| CEMETERY
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| Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| The city asks for change, the school asks for change
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| I fucked your bitch, I left her at home
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| I cut my throat, you forgot how to breathe
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| Money flying every day son try to catch them
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| The city asks for change, the school asks for change
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| I fucked your bitch, I left her at home
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| I cut my throat, you forgot how to breathe
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| Money flying every day son try to catch them
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| Money flying, money flying
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| Money flying, money flying
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| Money flying, money flying
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| Money flying, money, money, money, money
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| Money falls from the sky grandmas pay the bills
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| Can I grow beyond my years
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| There is a lot of cash guy in jeans
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| The shield in the eyes is not a lens, I shoot like a cyclops
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| I know everything that you have in mind
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| I know
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| The bullet won't kill me
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| She must be asked
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| Your bitch doesn't suck, but she can definitely jerk off
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| (money flying, money flying, money flying, money flying, money flying,
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| money flying, money flying) (oh fuck)
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| (money, money, money)
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| The city asks for change, the school asks for change
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| I fucked your bitch, I left her at home
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| I cut my throat, you forgot how to breathe
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| Money flying every day son try to catch them
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| The city asks for change, the school asks for change
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| I fucked your bitch, I left her at home
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| I cut my throat, you forgot how to breathe
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| Money flying every day son try to catch them
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| The city asks for change, the school asks for change
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| The city asks for change, the school asks for change
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| Change (change, change, change, change, change)
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| Close your stupid slurp towards the jeans. |
| He is a god and you will worship
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| scum. |
| And in general, do you think you are the smartest? |
| So put yours up your ass.
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| Oh sorry, it's exactly the same thing. |
| Life has failed. |
| And close the slurp
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| I say it again, about JEANS and, in general, about the whole Microgang. |
| Yes if not
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| microwave fucking, and stupid as a cork, even she is smarter than you, then these are yours
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| problems, not mine. |
| Goodbye! |