| Yiwu!
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| Those friends with only dirt behind their mouths - I'm like: wow!
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| That family, for money, will only get in touch, - I'm like: wow!
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| Temsey, in their songs that they fuck well, - I'm like: uu!
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| Those girls, what kind of style are ready to ride on hu ... ah!
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| Those friends, behind whose mouths there is only dirt, - uu!
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| That family, for money, it will only get in touch, - uu!
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| Those MCs, in their songs that they fuck well, - uu!
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| Those girls, what kind of style are ready to ride on...
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| I only believe in
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| Who is with me at the moment
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| When pain and decay
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| When a swarm of problems
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| When the voice is mute
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| Like there is no God
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| With all my heart at the bottom
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| But love is stronger, hey hey!
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| And now I'm with those who are in reverse
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| He loves, let him not say it at all
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| People would see if my aura
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| They thought that she survived in a car accident
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| After all, he drove so much
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| They are all one on one
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| On a life serpentine
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| I'm with them - no, no, uu!
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| Yiwu!
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| Those friends with only dirt behind their mouths - I'm like: wow!
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| That family, for money, it will only get in touch, - I'm like: uu!
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| Those MCs, in their songs that they fuck well, - I'm like: uu!
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| Those girls, what kind of style are ready to ride on hu ... ah!
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| Those friends, behind whose mouths there is only dirt, - uu!
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| That family, for money, it will only get in touch, - uu!
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| Those MCs, in their songs that they fuck well, - uu!
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| Those girls, what kind of style are ready to ride on...
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| Spitting a mockery in the heart, extinguished the spark
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| Now I smoke heat - the touch of her lips
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| It's getting darker around me
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| People lie, it's not cool, but I myself am a rogue
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| The joint, returning again, described the circle
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| So, I will think about the bad only tomorrow
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| But that's if all the weed ends
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| Correction: will not end, because I need a supplement
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| And I'm drowning in vice and lust
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| Too much has become suddenly fuck now
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| That would be a little warmer
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| Around the crowd of shadows
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| I hate all these people!
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| I don't feel her hands in mine now
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| Love is my knife: I delve into myself
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| And, in order to hurt the living, I'll pick harder ...
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| Yiwu!
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| Those friends with only dirt behind their mouths - I'm like: wow!
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| That family, for money, it will only get in touch, - I'm like: uu!
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| Those MCs, in their songs that they fuck well, - I'm like: uu!
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| Those girls, what kind of style are ready to ride on hu ... ah!
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| Those friends, behind whose mouths there is only dirt, - uu!
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| That family, for money, it will only get in touch, - uu!
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| Those MCs, in their songs that they fuck well, - uu!
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| Those girls, what kind of style are ready to ride on... |