You're alive and bad like COPD
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Embolism can drown you in a spoonful of water, ey
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We have the money, share for you
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you fly with cannabis
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Watch the idiot, how I hide the words
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Shall I set a scene for you with Wiz?
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Parasite gang money big bang on the street at dawn
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Do not think that my efforts will be in vain
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My buckets my buckets will hit the road, alas
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Amateur on the street, sprat in the studio, ah
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Friends, cacophony to me in the blind playlist
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What I eat in my three meals is caper
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I'm the lyrical bull, every matador in a nightmare, ya (Ay)
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Anafartalar hero flow
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It's time to jazz me up bro
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Yours is the same ox, always the same rhyme.
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Will your mouth be shut now?
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If you have money you mean heart spasm in the morning
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I mean, every enemy is burned, it wasn't for his life
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I left a rose on the grave, your destiny is laughing now
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Two brainless old men, arrivederchi honey
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I burned the living in fire
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Turn the cigarette and fire it now
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Embo-Ati mileage difference
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My new rhyme collection bought from bangladesh
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Let it be co-mesh, it's burning 'Fire with rap
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Officially cheeky guy and whatever you say is right
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Always crying, earning income |
With company lubrication, with black tie
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A strong painful movie for you
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Let's shoot and two endings in the leading role
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I'll leave the money on the nightstand at the box office
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I'll cut your dick, it can't finish suck us dirty
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Look at me, I'll make you dirty, huh
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There are muses in the street
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All of the brothers are in Gallipoli right now
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No respect for you, you're senile at thirty-five
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Come and take a tour with me in the neighborhood
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This is home to us, so it's a stop for you.
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Have you lost your job?
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You hope the good person simply
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No, let there be that sincerity
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Open up, close contact is a necessity
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I know a member, necessary modification
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Imaginary Boss, life is qualified (Bitch)
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Amateur on the street, sprat in the studio, ah
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Friends, cacophony to me in the blind playlist
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What I eat in my three meals is caper
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I'm the lyrical bull, every matador in a nightmare, ya (Ay)
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Amateur on the street, sprat in the studio, ah
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Friends, cacophony to me in the blind playlist
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What I eat in my three meals is caper
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I'm the lyrical bull, every matador in a nightmare, ya |