Goblins we are not in caves
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You know my hotel room right now, at least a suite
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Trappers are all hypocrites
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We poppin dem bottles like school kids snus
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I threw it on Alfa Romeo, I'm the scourge at the premiere
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Dressed with taste
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A lot of matter on my body
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There are scheme fees, I'm a serious load
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Fake they don't have juice, I'm not fooled by words
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Gold money muses me
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I will turn them into stones around their necks, a jellyfish looks at them
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Euro, yen, peso, fu
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May the concrete square always be your place
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Talk ain't about the check, bitch I'm not interested
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Lets go, you thought it was true bitch no!
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This is a chuck of dough, presto, the main thing is that we are not together now.
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I drive, she rides a pole
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For you, these are targets, for me they are just means.
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We turned out of the yard to the central, metro, we fly like a bullet faster than the wind
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Check my Nascar it's a rocket, uh ho
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I don't notice kilometers (I)
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Hiding money at home under the parquet, woah
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Talk only in secret, gangshit
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Can you find out where it's gone?
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But I've been gone for a long time
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Goblins we are not in caves
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You know my hotel room right now, at least a suite
|
Trappers are all hypocrites
|
We poppin dem bottles like school kids snus
|
I threw it on Alfa Romeo, I'm the scourge at the premiere
|
Dressed with taste
|
A lot of matter on my body
|
There are scheme fees, I'm a serious load
|
Goblins we are not in caves
|
You know my hotel room right now, at least a suite
|
Trappers are all hypocrites
|
We poppin dem bottles like school kids snus
|
I threw it on Alfa Romeo, I'm the scourge at the premiere
|
Dressed with taste
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A lot of matter on my body
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There are scheme fees, I'm a serious load |