Kings, just money, just business
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Minimal risk pliz, pliz
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Be smart, don't get stuck
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Fuck money, fuck you need to take care of yourself
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Just yourself just yourself! |
(x2)
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I keep Caritas in the racket, I wash the money and dry it
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The government does not cooperate, I destroy them, I keep them in my hands
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Judges in hand, pulls ties, like smoke from a djoja
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I line up my people to make the law for me
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Media, radio, TV, for me
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Ukrainian women and all domestic stupid girls
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For my pimps, with the sounds of the accordion
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For faithful soldiers-subjects, I give everything
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To do the best job possible
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Across the Sava, I make cigars when I need money
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Customs pay!
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That's how kings understand everything
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Two or three trucks, hidden under a twill
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I pay a fagot, from Arizona, duty free zone
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Put millions in trucks, I know all the tricks and all the people
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My name people judge and all in the tours, I was Crazy Cures
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Tycoon over tycoons, diamond in my teeth
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I am the one who takes and never gives
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He sends his men when they open too much
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Your fucking jaws, and so on
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And so on, and so on, so I say lightly
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Kings, just money, just business
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Minimal risk pliz, pliz
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Be smart, don't get stuck
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Fuck money, fuck you need to take care of yourself
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Just yourself just yourself! |
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If I were a profiteer, I never hid
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Luckily the war was over, I had everything I wanted
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A couple of us crazy people, smuggling the other side
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Oil, drink and sometimes food
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Zolja, bombs, rifles for hot men's heads
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For a thousand I dilate each, they grabbed me by the hair
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I reacted quickly, liquidating the witnesses
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They killed me while they slept so they wouldn't betray me
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We had everything, TVs, washing machines, lines
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While others guarded the lines, they froze in the trenches
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We stole, grabbed, played heroes
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Getting sons, stalking sons
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And their friends, they showed them tricks
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How? |
How to get five oil tanks for free
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To whom to sell, whom to bribe, to whom to set fire to the house
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And how can you forget that your conscience doesn't burn
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While part of your cake is being cut, fuck, man
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See what money my team is turning now
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If my team doesn't want it, another type of team will come
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While the cops play the statue and watch
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They are waiting for the payment at the end of the second row!
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They are waiting for the payment at the end of the second row!
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Kings, just money, just business
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Minimal risk pliz, pliz
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Be smart, don't get stuck
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Fuck money, fuck you need to take care of yourself
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Just yourself just yourself! |
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Only small children are involved in drugs
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And we're old bastards doing real jobs
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Smuggling with people, that's where the real money is taken
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Russians, Chinese, Albanians, Iranians
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And to all of them and there is always masala
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Minimal risk, income is constant
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The West is hungry and we are well established
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Everything is going, from Serbia, from Belgrade to Raivo-Sa
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And here I am, waiting for them
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With a couple of buses, or cars, or trucks
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I cram like cattle, heading to the border zone
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In Zagreb, we have a relationship with a Chinese man
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They steal them for Ljubljana, as - no one knows
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Most of them that come through me always pass
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They learn from their experiences, so they recommend me
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At birth, I raise the price, from catfish to two per head
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They know I'm real, they don't really care
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They are only interested in passing, to the west to come
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A new life to start, for juicy food and a powerful currency
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And I work night shifts for their transportation
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Recognize on the road in the van cuces
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Only Spanish melos (and sometimes Khalid fuck)
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Kings, just money, just business
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Minimal risk pliz, pliz
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Be smart, don't get stuck
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Fuck money, fuck you need to take care of yourself
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Just yourself just yourself! |
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