| And another one
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| Second roof baby
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| Ah-Ah
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| Yeah
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| Write Miami but you're from Brescia
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| I don't care who you care about
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| I don't want a press that stresses
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| But one who flesha like Neguesha
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| If you write yourself about your work
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| You always say the word "I love"
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| You always say the word "top"
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| You ask me to go hip-hop dancing
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| Release me, release me
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| Release me, release me
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| Release me, release me
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| Release me, release me
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| Write that you want true love on the bulletin board
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| How you will find it if you are always at the disco
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| You have a closed profile but your legs are open
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| The closure of Ibiza does not amuse me
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| Yeah, you talk to me, you talk nonsense
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| Selfies always the same with a duck mouth
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| Those fools of your friends that you scrounge at
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| All evening at the table after you do not give it to him
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| I blossom without my father's money
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| Look what watch my friar and I have
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| Photos of Saint Tropez in bikini on the yacht
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| But in Milan you stay with eight tenants (but how is it?)
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| I got a lot of business here on my hands (hands)
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| You always in the same clubs (clubs)
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| We also invited you to my house and you
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| "But what kind of girl do you think I am?"
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| If you write yourself about your work
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| You always say the word "I love"
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| You always say the word "top"
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| You ask me to go hip-hop dancing
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| Release me, release me
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| Release me, release me
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| Release me, release me
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| Release me, release me
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| You broke my feeling
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| There is that you broke my feeling
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| You broke my feeling
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| You broke my feeling
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| J-Ax Guè Pequeno
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| There is that
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| It was enough for me to go on television and say "Good evening"
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| That she has returned as a demon with black magic
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| A ritual that uses claws, diamonds and a sailboat
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| Invoke a certain pussy that the cunt that poisons you
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| That she looks like she came out of a fairytale but she is a favela
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| Who didn't look like a minor but now you're in jail
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| Trace of Pequeno rhymes with cream
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| With the wooden pussy you know I use the handjob
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| Half a fool you've done half a scene and you're not Iggy Azalea
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| You are not in Ibiza but on a Seat
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| In Milan for the design fair you say you know
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| Then you get mounted quickly like Ikea
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| Exaggerated on the profile write Drea
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| Your follower is Pedobear
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| I don't fuck with you, I embargo North Korea
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| Lucky my friars are at war
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| And there every hole is a trench
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| Write Miami but you're from Brescia
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| I don't care who you care about
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| I don't want a press that stresses
|
| But one who flesha like Neguesha
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| If you write yourself about your work
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| You always say the word "I love"
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| You always say the word "top"
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| You ask me to go hip-hop dancing
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| Release me, release me |