New Ferrari, opps can't catch up
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They won't know what the double cap will fill
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Just don't look for acquaintances among us
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I'm going upstairs, but you don't understand
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I loved no, I exchanged sluts
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These booje bitches fumble for lowlife
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I'm not looking for recognition in your words
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You see stones on me, but I stole them
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You pour shit in your back, when you meet you want to hug
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I re-recruited the team and fate gives applause
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Your hatred and anger towards me, but here I see only envy
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You want bitches that are open there only the smell of whore
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While you were having fun, I was working, but I needed money for the bus
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Now, of course, it’s completely different, I’m rising higher, fuck the brake
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I see all these bitches nearby, but no, they were not there, then where was the light from?
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Now all these stones of her are on me, they only have stones to throw after me
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New Ferrari, opps can't catch up
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They won't know what the double cap is filled with
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Just don't look for acquaintances among us
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I'm going upstairs, but you don't understand
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I loved no, I exchanged sluts
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These booje bitches fumble for lowlife
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I'm not looking for recognition in your words
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You see stones on me, but I stole them
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Just please don't hint at closeness
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I have diamonds on, frozen fiji
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Smoked dope, now I need an actress
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I'm on a double with me two bad bitches
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Baby suck, I'll go backstage
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Leather pants flared to her lips
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The bitch wants it because we are from Russia
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Behind the bosom is a stem and three grams of sativa
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Glamorous bastard, naturally handsome
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Do rap fuck, my deck of trumps
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I smoke with a microphone, bong shards on a bitch
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Made money, send the fuck on these suckers
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With your bitch, I'm not being modest at all
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I'll say goodbye to your bitch, but I don't ask for a number
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Magic magic will disappear in the morning
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Magic Magic she's alone in the room
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New Ferrari, opps can't catch up
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They won't know what the double cap will fill
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Just don't look for acquaintances among us
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I'm going upstairs, but you don't understand
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I loved no, I exchanged sluts
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These booje bitches fumble for lowlife
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I'm not looking for recognition in your words
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You see stones on me, but I stole them |