| Gotta cut me, ooh la-la-lay
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| A week in Spain, ouh la-la-lay
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| Under the mattress no savings account, ouh la-la-lay
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| You count on me from the start, hm la-la-lay
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| I don't understand everything that happens to me, I say "Thank God"
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| I wasn't thinking about the gold record when I was watching in front of the pharmacy
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| They saw me at the Assises, now my clip goes to 6
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| You won't stay seated, come on 'couz pass the six
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| Hm, I don't sleep anymore at night, where are my friends?
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| Mom, don't worry, your son has grown up
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| The street, a tsunami when it takes you
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| Don't regret the biftons when the LAC knocks on your door
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| I see the joint that leaves in a spoon, I'm on the moon
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| Today is the same as yesterday, we're looking for tune
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| We are the same, we are determined, you only have one life
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| In truth when you love her you lose her, each his each
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| I do tricks in Bandit, I'm going to take out the little one
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| Wait I have to do a feat, I prefer in cash
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| Gotta cut me, ooh la-la-lay
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| A week in Spain, ouh la-la-lay
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| Under the mattress no savings account, ouh la-la-lay
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| You count on me from the start, hm la-la-lay
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| Gotta cut me, ooh la-la-lay
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| A short week in Spain, ouh la-la-lay
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| Under the mattress no savings account, ouh la-la-lay
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| When I'm farted I love women too much, hm la-la-lay
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| I'm stoned, bro, I don't sleep at night anymore
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| In truth you always cheated like in our games of rummy
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| Oh mi amor, you, you are gone
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| I made the andouille Elvira you don't give a fuck
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| I lost a friend, it hurt my heart
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| I only had one love, I still regret her
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| I lost a friend, it hurt my heart
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| I only had one love, I still regret her
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| I rode every night in the car, a flash of pure
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| I crumble a firecracker, scorch the second album
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| Hola qué tal what is your cell phone?
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| Sometimes the miss I am gallant, I make you suck at the edge of the creeks
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| You clog it, be careful where you put your tongue
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| As usual, I arrive farted, in Clio society
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| I pull over to the pier, I saw her she stared
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| As usual, I arrive farted, in Clio society
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| Pull over to the pier, I saw her she stared
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| Gotta cut me, ooh la-la-lay
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| A short week in Spain, ouh la-la-lay
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| Under the mattress no savings account, ouh la-la-lay
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| When I'm farted I love women too much, hm la-la-lay |