| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Glock on the right palm, future obscure, pain intact
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| The ground turns, the ground brews
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| Don't let go especially not your glock
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| Don Pietro did not expect it
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| I grew up I conquered I numbered
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| Ler-by us in numbers and you'll be fine
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| Your unanswered questions drown them in your sorrow
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| Numero uno we become one
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| And of the bastos I only have one left
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| I'm coming out of the lab, we've come a long way, it's hard to discern the features of your
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| face
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| I come back from Malaga, the trunk has no more space
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| It's for the paper that we light up that we hurt each other
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| It smokes it tise it bicrave, I left my demons in the building
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| Dirty pd empty the cash otherwise you're dead
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| She likes my clothes and my rims
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| The little ones want to climb, you end up with a hole
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| Chamikass and Sopack imprisoned
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| I was making change you were sleeping
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| I no longer know who to count on
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| I don't know who to shoot
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| The tro-me, the shlaguiffier night buses
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| The cuppa that I fucked yesterday is thugified
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| Paris at night unveils its love
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| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Glock on the right palm, future obscure, pain intact
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| He grabs his gun insert the cartridges
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| Tonight I'm going to take the opposite rain-ter
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| More respect, retaliation, profit
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| It's only to do gent-ar that we go so fast
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| EU-R comes to a tragic end
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| Your face, your quirks, my hood and its principles
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| Daddy plays dead when Mommy makes war
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| I finish my 'bottle so take off your things
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| Evil rises to the surface, like those wads we pile up
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| My cannon in front of your face
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| Los-ki in the ffre-co your flockos friends, your body ends up in a
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| dead end
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| Still there in the next episode
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| She has you mytho she is under my sheets
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| Listen to the melody of my glock
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| Captain cook you will remember
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| My heart on the street I entrusted it
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| Take your dose like in a coffee
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| The substance is stashed in the cougar
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| Knock twice in the bendo if you want to go back
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| The resin is chemical, I only cough
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| Make cash brew fuck 'em all
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| Make cash brew fuck 'em all
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| Make cash brew fuck 'em all
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| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Glock on the right palm, future obscure, pain intact
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| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Make cash brew turn you around after the street sleeps after
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| Glock on the right palm, future obscure, pain intact |