Look who arrived, it's fire in Babylon
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Dressed in love, just to cause you insomnia
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The sound that woke up from Olaria to Colombia
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I know where I'm going, I'm going
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Yes, yes, yes, yes, I know what's in store for me
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Bling, bling, bling, bling, designer in my dressing room, yeah
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Yes, yes, yes, yes, one more contract for me
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Bling, bling, bling, bling, mama, I'm on plim, plim, yeah
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Walking through the streets, she knows where she's going, ayá
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Under her braid there's a story to tell, aiá
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Close the street there in the ghetto, ghetto
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There will be samba there in the ghetto, ghetto
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Play ball there in the ghetto, ghetto
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She is a child from the ghetto, ghetto
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Come on, she's fire, asphalt and beach
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He goes down the hill, is a flag bearer, later there is a dance on the court
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Come on, she's fire, the smoke rises
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So it sprouts at the base, there's a party at the lage, with the grave hitting the box
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Yes, yes, yes, yes, I know what's in store for me
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Bling, bling, bling, bling, designer in my dressing room, yeah
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Yes, yes, yes, yes, more contract for me
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Bling, bling, bling, bling, mama, I'm on plim, plim, yeah
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Walking through the streets, she knows where it's going, aiá
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Underneath your braid, there's a story to tell, aiá
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Close the street there in the ghetto, ghetto
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There will be samba there in the ghetto, ghetto
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Play ball there in the ghetto, ghetto
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She is a child from the ghetto, ghetto
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So look up, where we arrived
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I'm from the North Zone, Rio de Janeiro
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So look up, where we arrived
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And I won't stop
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Close the street there in the ghetto, ghetto
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There will be samba there in the ghetto, ghetto
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Play ball there in the ghetto, ghetto
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She is a child from the ghetto, ghetto
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Open the door to the ghetto, ghetto
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Gold sprouts there in the ghetto, ghetto
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Nobody shuts up the voice of the ghetto, ghetto
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She is a child from the ghetto, ghetto |