| 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
|
| Hands in your wallet!
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| 'Cause we spend, spend, spend
|
| We count these numbers
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| Every brother is like a mathematician
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| Hands on the ceiling!
|
| And we tour, tour, tour
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| Life is a gourmet dish
|
| 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
|
| Life is a gourmet dish
|
| But it tastes like Tutti-Frutti
|
| Hands in your wallet!
|
| 'Cause we spend, spend, spend
|
| We count these numbers
|
| Every brother is like a mathematician
|
| Hands on the ceiling!
|
| And we tour, tour, tour
|
| Life is a gourmet dish
|
| But it tastes like Tutti-Frutti
|
| Hands in your wallet!
|
| 'Cause we spend, spend, spend
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| We count these numbers
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| Every brother is like a mathematician |