Jakube!
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Yzo. |
Million +, Mole Money Life
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Ya, ya - Yzomandias - hey - rrra
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I'm playing a game with my bros
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I'm still hard - I don't have enough
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A million + and never before
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Too much sauce, I have too much swag
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I have too much stack
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I have too much cash
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I have too much-too much-too much sex
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I have too much flex - too much flex
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I have too much-too much-too much tracks
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Too much more too much
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Brake James - stop it
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I have four hands like Goro
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And an open third eye
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I'm sorry you're sad about that
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Jacob's horns grow
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The wings are rising, the budget is growing
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You will not divide ours - again nothing
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Okay, this is Robin Zoot
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Million +, Mole Money Life
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Ara - The north wind is cruel
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I'll fuck you for everything you have ah
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Never down again - never poor again
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It was enough - it was too much ah
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Never another
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I want my boys overhead
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And under the feet of the beach ah
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You can't buy me as a hooker in Dubí ah-ah
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I don't change my face
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My team so fresh
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As if stepping on the pier the sea is-is-is-is
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If there was competition
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So he steps on them for me
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M + - The Last Supper ehm
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My rap - Foot between the doors ehm
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The sea makes you like feathers - is-is-is-is-is
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Koky - Dakyko, Million +
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KML Gang, Mole Money Life
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I don't have time so we go flexin ej
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We will not back down from the path of bae
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I could draw it now
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Dude, I'm not like you
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And I don't take even mom
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I don't even take the law
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Yeah, we have supplies all over town
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It will be over when I say
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And we must never stop, boy
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I don't mean crystal oh now
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Don't talk to me about your old man
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When I was little - He was out of school
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Ou - Love on the table me
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We'll put you to an end
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Whites White - Danone I
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My ra-cash explodes
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Yo! |
Charles is the name
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Million +
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Million + gold rifles
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My flow will give you a push kick for me
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Your flow is rotting, your flies are eating it
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Neither of us went to ZUŠ
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And we are more than a label - we are a family
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Zero as an hour
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Punk 's not death - bottom
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I oska - you raspberry
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I'll bury you behind the fence like a suicide bomber
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Narrow circle - you will not get to us a futile endeavor
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We smile everywhere we have a balance
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Try not to think about shit, it's supposed to help
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Do you know |