There were discussions, you said you don't use the name
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Former comrades who sing, use dummies
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My all-boys brigade, that's all the jokes left
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Onokey fully loaded
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You have large sums, jump to the table, take them out, put them in
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Stick your dick in them, don't answer, fuck them
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The snakes try, cautiously, hide the hundreds
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High on the net, that's how you hear sounds
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Leave the card, the sorcery, it won't work for you
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25, on the way to the emergency room, mom, what's up?
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I shoot together, 24/7 high
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Six days without sleep, I go to Splai
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They sing that they have guns, that's why they sleep in straw
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All brothers with records, illegal deeds
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I laugh in my face, they didn't think I was up to it
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Bored to fuck in a panarame
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He asks me why there is tinfoil on the thermal panels
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You drowned like a gypsy, that's why it's worth it, you malu'
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Beat 'em like a drummer
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I have a companion with a plan'
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I have a companion with money'
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I have a companion with xanu'
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I have a companion, he beats you, the hospital does not save you'
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Do the forensics, cunt, your pocket is empty
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I give three sixes with zaru', shamanu, amidamaru
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I can't swallow, I feel bitter, get on your knees, ask for anal |
Steal lyrics like a parrot
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I don't know what banal means
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Yeah
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He comes by himself, crosses when he sees me around
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There was no traffic light to keep me out of the way
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Too bad, I'm not moving for a piece of ass
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She doesn't want to come first, what the hell should I call her?
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He comes by himself, crosses when he sees me around
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There was no traffic light to keep me out of the way
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Too bad, I'm not moving for a piece of ass
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She doesn't want to come first, what the hell should I call her?
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I have a dream that screams in my head
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A dream that falls in my bag
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My future looks bomb, yours sells skunk
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Who sells, I drop it, put it in a bag, it's full of dust
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Brother, brother, but cheese sells if you crack it
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Any top around me is below max level
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I have four babies in my arms, I caress them on the crotch
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I kiss them, a precious stone, white tooth
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I'm lip-to-lip with the crystal, I'm making scared lines
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On the range, that's a mess
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Dry metal, that's equipment
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Criminal record, that means a good job
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No molars, maybe you'll learn to keep your mouth shut
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The big shells, I can't say how much they are a dick |
I'm going blank, you've been fried by a keyboard
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I have mercenaries, matahales, a whole herd
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Lying on the asphalt, that's what I call a stature
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Yeah
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He comes by himself, crosses when he sees me around
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There was no traffic light to keep me out of the way
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Too bad, I'm not moving for a piece of ass
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She doesn't want to come first, what the hell should I call her?
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He comes by himself, crosses when he sees me around
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There was no traffic light to keep me out of the way
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Too bad, I'm not moving for a piece of ass
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She doesn't want to come first, what the hell should I call her?
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Yeah
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He comes by himself, crosses when he sees me around
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There was no traffic light to keep me out of the way
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Too bad, I'm not moving for a piece of ass
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She doesn't want to come first, what the hell should I call her?
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He comes by himself, crosses when he sees me around
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There was no traffic light to keep me out of the way
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Too bad, I'm not moving for a piece of ass
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She doesn't want to come first, what the hell should I call her? |