They all compete with me, give each other all kinds of films
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Pockets full, I have enemies, but also mansions
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I have dollars and pounds, I also gave grams and kilos
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And bullets and balls, I have from powder to pills
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I make your wife a mailman, your career an ex
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I'll piss on you until everyone claps for you
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My people have sprained their elbows, everyone has a sprain
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Rappers spit fake rhymes, you say they have tuberculosis
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Still have
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In an envelope to put them to sleep
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Dining at the Sheraton
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I was the wife of man, a mind-knowing founder
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Next to my people until they die, I can see that he wants us to marry
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We only sing facts, I fuck a slap, I take money on a sleep
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Drunk, dick, in a hotel, non-stop throwing up next door
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Life is a big mountain, don't go without a parachute
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Six days without a bit of sleep, how will I get through?
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At Floreasca, I get up, I go to draw a line
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I run out, I make a compromise, I go shopping
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In two days we break a hundred
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Everyone wants to hang out with us, they want to penetrate
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Five years then we drive planes give them in the shade
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They do it because I told you people are not family
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We junkies smoke vanilla pods |
I'm bored, I have no competition, I draw a line
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They formed a band, they are number 1, let's go to April
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I swear I'm pulling my nose, what's wrong with them
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I give money, yes I haven't seen a clip where they touch the cars
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You are a nephew, leave the witchcraft and nonsense
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I pay four grand a night to fill my plates
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Pussies are okay, character of two lei
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Don't bother giving me a blowjob, see what it's like to take it
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Get over it, I know it hurts and you still want me
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Head up, princess, the crown falls, it's too gay
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Beyblade head, my mind is playing hockey
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You have a walk in you, just like a volleyball champion
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You got roasted spinach, sailor, you're not Popeye
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Either you're a mobster, or you're suffering from the former
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Say which puppy it is, copy the model
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Die with L-u', I'll make you in any field
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You're being attacked by an iron brother, it's causing chaos, I'm a prize
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Make the meat, melu', and I hope you have a seat at the venu
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Flap pockets
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Prayer, prose
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Anturaju', costs
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I'm pulling out of you, monster
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You didn't fit in the picture
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Ego, overdose
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Career, ex
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We mail it
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Still have
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In an envelope to put them to sleep |
Dining at the Sheraton
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I was the wife of man, a mind-knowing founder
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Next to my people until they die, I can see that he wants us to marry
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We only sing facts, I fuck a slap, I take money on a sleep
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Still have
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In an envelope to put them to sleep
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Dining at the Sheraton
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I was the wife of man, a mind-knowing founder
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Next to my people until they die, I can see that he wants us to marry
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We only sing facts, I fuck a slap, I take money on a sleep |