We're from zero to a hundred, but I f**k your rating (I f**k your rating)
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I don't let those who sculpt too well (Nah!)
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The first six zeros came in one evening (one evening!)
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Yesterday I was in the shade, today the sun is shining.
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Hey, fuck the insults.
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Hey Hey! |
Show profit.
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Hey Hey! |
I knew you, you didn't make a sound
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And now you're in plain sight (Yes, yes)
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Louis Vuitton I'm your f**k!
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I'll take my cash, get out into the astral plane.
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What I want - I'll buy, but not clothes for a hundred,
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But the point is not what I carried.
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I spend money on friends.
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Everyone shakes from my brothers, like my home is the Colosseum.
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Hey, e! |
I don't interfere dirty sprite, where's the cognac?
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I stumble, pour over your mouth.
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Money down the drain! |
He used to be
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In my pockets, then I swam behind the scenes.
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Money down the drain! |
I needed an account
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In the Caymans, poverty is a motivator.
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Money down the drain!
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They flow like a river, and I don’t count a single drop.
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Today they are flowing
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But we know that this is temporary.
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Everything here is temporary!
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I can’t do it differently, even kill me (money).
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Temporarily! |
If all is lost,
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I will find myself at the bottom, away from the shore.
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Actions are louder than words, yours are silent forever, e!
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What are you talking about? |
They act like children, huh!
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Money is flying into the wind. |
We celebrate every day
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After all, all this was forbidden; |
and now look!
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Fuck the image, uh-huh! |
I'm for any kipish, uh-huh.
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If only not where you hang out, because you still throw.
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We go to the red, I hang, I'm in the meat.
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I can't see you, but even so they always want to compete (Yeah, yeah)
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I don't waste myself on empty parties anymore (Yeah!)
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I no longer know love and gave up on feelings (Hey!)
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I'm so flooded to calm this pain (Yeah!)
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What happens outside the window - I do not know.
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I spend money on friends.
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Everyone shakes from my brothers, like my home is the Colosseum.
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Hey, e! |
I don't interfere dirty sprite, where's the cognac?
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I stumble, pour over your mouth.
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Money down the drain! |
He used to be
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In my pockets, then I swam behind the scenes.
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Money down the drain! |
I needed an account
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In the Caymans, poverty is a motivator.
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Money down the drain!
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They flow like a river, and I don’t count a single drop.
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Today they are flowing
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But we know that this is temporary.
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Everything here is temporary!
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I can’t do it differently, even kill me (money).
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Temporarily! |
If all is lost,
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I will find myself at the bottom, away from the shore.
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Noisy on the track! |