Samurai:
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I have two rubber bands in the trunk
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Bass in red to shake the street
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Face to the right «Let me take you for a walk»
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Let the girl die because she doesn't feel this
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I say hold on to the door with both
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Close the hatch as the ash enters
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Make a quick cross, why did you close your eyes?
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Run and hit the road, say it's Rocky
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(BOOM) in the hands of fate I give 200 to jump pivots, rings on the ice road
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all dead
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When the guard sees me, he wets his panties
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(BOOM) same way until the sea, I had 10 beers in the morning, coolness, water, sand,
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bare feet, I have
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Arriving in heaven, shall we take a walk?
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The tire begs me to forgive it
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I will step on the pedal more slowly
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I pull the handbrake and circle, after circle, after circle, after circle
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Caries:
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Number 1 on the A1, I hit the second lane like crazy, 360 horses under the hood,
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I don't sleep, I don't
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I need the trailer
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The first bigger parking lot is mine and wait to see what I do in it
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I give it a lot of gas and break the grip, I also give it bass and break the competition
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Come on, Santa
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They flash after flash we hurry
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I like to believe in everything I do that there is still a little
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They seem like I don't have time for anything, I don't have time (you know what I'm saying)
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And it seems that I am behaving as if I stuffed an envelope
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The tire begs me to forgive it
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I will step on the pedal more slowly
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I pull the handbrake and circle, after circle, after circle, after circle
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El Nino:
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I went out on the street to walk my bomb
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Let me put the drum in your mouth
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Hello girl, do you want to see my horse?
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It's like a Ferrari, the emblem I want money'
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Wait, my engine is burning like circle after circle after circle, once again
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I raise a glass to bums and four wheels
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For working people and sometimes for thieves
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Behind the wheel of the E46, what did your brother do?
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Pour gas on tires, cheese in the torpedo
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Once again I pull the handbrake, rear traction and what will remain
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It's a trace in which I put my passion, in the Cobra board you know me by name
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BUCATTI I walk the street, from the clouds tell me Holland (x3)
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The tire begs me to forgive it
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I will step on the pedal more slowly
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I pull the handbrake and circle, after circle, after circle, after circle |