Hands on the ceiling!
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And we tour, tour, tour
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Life is a gourmet dish
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But it tastes like Tutti-Frutti
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Hands in your wallet!
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'Cause we spend, spend, spend
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We count these numbers
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Every brother is like a mathematician
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Hands on the ceiling!
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And we tour, tour, tour
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Life is a gourmet dish
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But it tastes like Tutti-Frutti
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Hands in your wallet!
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'Cause we spend, spend, spend
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We count these numbers
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Every brother is like a mathematician
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Yes, we tour, tour, tour
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I see hands like the Fuhrer
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And bitches are waiting for us everywhere
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We are like people on banknotes
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Next to the legendary squad
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This is the PayPal mafia
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We are ready to tear off all this herd of sticks!
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My partner is with me
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No, my colleague is with me
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My gang is with me
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No, my flock is with me
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My female is with me
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No, your female is with me
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I took it for free, why do you call her dear?
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It's a new age, it's a new style
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Again the step of these pyramids
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Straight up, behind those days
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When hungry
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At least one of them...
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Many new acquaintances, no new friends!
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Only now every fucking day
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Scribbles in HP:
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“In general, rap is not mine,
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But I love Arkham so much.”
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“So I don’t like battles, but your friends showed me”
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"Far from these parties, maybe see you one of these days?"
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But there is one counter question: "But why don't you go fuck yourself, bitch?"
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Hands on the ceiling!
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And we tour, tour, tour
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Life is a gourmet dish
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But it tastes like Tutti-Frutti
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Hands in your wallet!
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'Cause we spend, spend, spend
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We count these numbers
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Every brother is like a mathematician
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Hands on the ceiling!
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And we tour, tour, tour
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Life is a gourmet dish
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But it tastes like Tutti-Frutti
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Hands in your wallet!
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'Cause we spend, spend, spend
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We count these numbers
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Every brother is like a mathematician
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The next level of accessory needs is related to the desire of a person
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avoid loneliness. |
Motives of this kind become dominant,
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when the vital needs of the previous two levels are satisfied
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Do you see my party? |
Minimum guests
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I see your party - a thousand devils
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You see my party, know that there are a minimum of guests
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Bitch, I see your party - it's a thousand devils!
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Death doesn't scare me, I'm spinning like a tornado
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Spinning like a whirlwind, the devil wears prada
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God carries my merch
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It's creepy and bad for you
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For us, jokes and laughter
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Tell me who your friend is and I'll say I don't give a fuck!
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Hands on the ceiling!
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And we tour, tour, tour
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Life is a gourmet dish
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But it tastes like Tutti-Frutti
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Hands in your wallet!
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'Cause we spend, spend, spend
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We count these numbers
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Every brother is like a mathematician
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Hands on the ceiling!
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And we tour, tour, tour
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Life is a gourmet dish
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But it tastes like Tutti-Frutti
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Hands in your wallet!
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'Cause we spend, spend, spend
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We count these numbers
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Every brother is like a mathematician |