| Yeah, I am sendin' this one out to
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| Everyone who has had to wait on a money transfer
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| Yeah, it’s kinda whack when they charge you like ten percent on the dollar
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| But you know how good it feels when they say
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| You can pick it up today
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| It’s just fifteen minutes away
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| The worst thing is the waitin', man
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| It’s spiritually drainin', I guess I could repaint
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| But don’t think I’m complainin'
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| I’m in my small apartment
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| This month has been the hardest
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| I couldn’t afford some omelettes
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| I’m broken like an empty promise
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| Sometimes when I’m in a meeting
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| And everyone else is eating
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| I feel so awkward askin', so I pretend like I am fastin'
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| My girl had paid my payments
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| She wants to save my anus
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| She says my love’s contagious
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| But my pride is so outrageous
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| She sent me Western Union, so I can make it through’n
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| It felt so good when she said write down this eleven digits
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| I go out to receive it, I’m desperate and I need it
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| Feels like an angel speakin', I can hardly believe it
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| You finally got a caller
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| You met him in Sao Paula
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| A tourist with a dollar
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| He’s some kind of a balla
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| Two babies in a scroller
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| And still he wants to holla
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| He likes your Pepsi cola
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| But you ain’t runnin' low-la
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| Brazilians make it easy
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| For bellas or fo sheezy
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| The sun would make him dizzy
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| Working for something mezlee
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| These girls will make you trust em
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| Because sweetness in the custom
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| But everyday they hustlin'
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| Every day they hustlin'
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| John calls her with the number
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| Home with her local lover
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| Who was it that picked up the phone?
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| Oh, that was just my brother
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| She goes out to receive it
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| She’s desperate and she needs it
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| It’s like an angel speaking
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| She can hardly believe it
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| I got my conformation
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| The Western Union agent said grandma’s destination
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| Had violent inclination, but now I’m proudly pacin'
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| And walking to the station, heavy perspiration
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| But you can’t tell me nothin'
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| I got my biz in order
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| I made it cross the border
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| Such dazzle, such a horror
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| His life is like an opera
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| Grandma I never forget you
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| Worry, I’ll never let you
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| Soon as I leave the venue, this money I will send you
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| I still haven’t gone astray, don’t drink or smoke and sway
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| Though sometimes I don’t pray
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| It feels so good to say, go out and receive it
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| Cause I just know you need it
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| Your boy has grow up decent, grandma can you believe it |