| Gallop, white yo team here
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| Gallop, Yakata, Laya - perros a
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| Gallop, do your thing
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| Gallop, move your body
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| Rucker park, park, park, gallop
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| Rucker bang, bang, bang, gallop
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| Native yard, fu, hey, like a simulator
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| The creak of the sole, and I bypassed the bitch
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| And without looking, putting on the stables
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| A couple of puffs, I'll give out a show
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| Name game, I'm ready
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| Read in micro from fists
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| Byro to the spot, we do a hop, in a hut outside the city, bro, hmm
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| The circle is not the bottom - spewing good
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| The villains are grinning again
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| The floor is jumping, no - the floor is jumping, no, it has already been broken for a long time
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| I need further, I need higher means I need raw
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| Drip, drip
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| I'm dripping decently
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| For freedom of action, but I need cash
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| Drip, drip
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| Blood and sweat on my muscles
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| Tag logo, personal brand, you will find me in a thousand
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| Gallop, white yo team here
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| Gallop, Yakata, Laya - perros a
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| Gallop, do your thing
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| Gallop, move your body
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| Rucker park, park, park, gallop
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| Rucker bang, bang, bang, gallop
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| I can't live for a minute
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| Without these streets, cities of noise
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| I was brought here for a reason, motherfucker
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| At the docks, where we pull the bag
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| Our gear says hip-hop
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| Here we set the weather ourselves
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| We blow up comets together with the Circle
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| There's so many twisted overkill
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| It is impossible to meet our muzlo at the arches and streets, you are a moron Not everyone will understand
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| what we are building, but still I will continue
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| I will continue with paper and cookies, learn from my hands
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| Rocket Park stretch out your hands, if Yakata sees them, then it’s not in vain to His quarters
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| make sounds
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| Dependent bitches will hang under my music for a day, maybe two |