You've known my name for years, with the name of our street
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My life is below minus, ya
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Buy into the flow of the neighborhood
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Melts money like candy, brand obsession
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Leave me alone with my demons
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We find the money, it leaves behind a crumb
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The city looks too sinful from this point of view
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Hustle sucked me in all day
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Either you burn your life for money, or money burns your life
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Its name is; |
Drawer Flow!
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oh yeah
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Its name is; |
Drawer Flow!
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Its name is; |
Drawer Flow!
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Its name is; |
Drawer Flow!
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(Cekmece Flow! Flow, flow, flow)
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Its name is; |
Drawer Flow!
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muleta red victory
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But unfortunately, no matador can make us angry
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I've had enough fun underground
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Above ground to drive; |
67 Shelby Eleanor
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You can't get used to it normally
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The upper segment next to the road, in case of giving report to a lower segment
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Die or be born in the midst of adversity
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This-this is called Drawer Flow!
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The nightmare started 10 years ago in the neighborhood.
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Drawer Flow!
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It's called Drawer Flow
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I was a little fish, if this is the city it's a big bell
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There was no way
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It's called Drawer Flow
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I'm not enough, I want less, black Brabus
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ask why
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It's called Drawer Flow
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Born on the edge of this filth, you have no other way out
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This-this is called Drawer Flow!
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Drawer Flow!
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If you are not against your destiny, you have no place next to me.
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Your tongue is so sharp Modd!
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It depends on the multiplier of the vision
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Brothers, you know the owners of the city
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Drawer Bro's!
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I cut the right eye of the Azrael pose
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'Cause I spray cognac on the phone camera
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My purpose was not with you anyway, a contact between the sky and my head.
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I'm at the bottom of the neighborhood, my hands are tied
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I hate what I can't have
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Do my dreams deserve all this effort?
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If experience speaks; |
you walk around with your mouth closed
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Power, what is this comfort when it comes to power?
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It's getting brighter, fear us at night
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My direction is not clear
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Frankly; |
I don't have a goal, impromptu life
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It's called Drawer Flow!
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These voices are driving my brain, everything was behind us
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Drawer Flow! |
It's hard to live, it makes you nervous
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It burns, the stars are pouring on me
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This is the 832nd halfway that I'm stepping into, shining in my head
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It's not like you know, it's like you don't know
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Someone you call your brother hurts you
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My day is an incident and I'm always forbidden to break
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Like a bitch chewing gum
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He suffocates, squeezes
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His brothers count the days
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The day will end one day, good luck to all brothers
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Place, food, haram money
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The whole world slows down to those who chase too fast
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Our work is always coincidental.
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You boobs got smaller as we got older
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I never gave a chance to any of you anyway
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We only overestimate ourselves
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Oh Sta! |
rejects all your standards
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He finds many without contenting the few
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I'm starring, movie of the year
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Drawer Flow!
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Its name is; |
Drawer Flow!
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Its name is; |
Drawer Flow!
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The world was created in seven days, as if this neighborhood had been forgotten
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He was after me, he wouldn't let go of all those troubles, adrenaline was on me
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The children of this district are always swept away by their own fate.
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I'll go head high, you'll find when you follow your trouble
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Its name is; |
Drawer Flow! |