| Han Johnny Niuuum!
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| I don't talk to the mouths of old women, fuck the mouths of old women
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| You show off on Paname in the whole neighborhood you owe sorrel
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| You tell it to yourself in front of your girl, you bluff big from the cradle
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| Te-fein d'carte bleu now she's the one who pays for the restaurant
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| Belehni you fuck everything?  | 
| Handek no one is testing you
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| By dint of smoking quail you're completely in the West
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| Hanging out with you old mouth?  | 
| No, out of the question
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| You prefer to stuff yourself, until indigestion
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| 9.3 only men, we only have one word
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| You drive in CLS but you leave your daronne in hass
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| Sow a carrot, we water you, one day everything pays off!
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| Johnny Niuum don't talk to the mouths of old women
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| You have no words, you betray your team, you're only good at selling dreams
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| Don't come and talk to me 10 years.  | 
| Niuum, I prefer to keep it brief
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| Don't play with the street: one day everything pays off!
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| Bring back our sorrel, you old mouth
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| You leave your friends in hass, you're just an old mouth!
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| Don't come talk to me about tess, kind of old mouth
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| I know they recognize each other, all these old mouths
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| But Johnny Niium don't talk to the mouths of old women
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| Dude you deserve a flurry, Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
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| Tonight we're popping champagne, no te-trai at my table
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| There's too many whores in the rap game, if you're dying solo
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| They talk so much behind my back I feel scoliosis coming
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| If you halim, we turn you on, there's only the mountains that don't cross
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| No old mouths in 9.3, only corpses don't hit each other
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| You never have anything to talk about, nothing you hunt for, nothing you drool over
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| You confess very quickly, and the real ones know it
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| You lie to bitches, put 'em legendary floppies
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| You talk about marriage, brats, put a lot of things in their minds
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| If they get knocked up you run away
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| You're just an old woman's mouth, you're blowing the wind, a real storm
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| You have no words, you betray your team, you're only good at selling dreams
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| Don't come and talk to me 10 years.  | 
| Niuum, I prefer to keep it brief
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| Don't play with the street: one day everything pays off!
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| Bring back our sorrel, you old mouth
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| You leave your friends in hass, you're just an old mouth!
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| Don't come talk to me about tess, kind of old mouth
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| I know they recognize each other, all these old mouths
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| But Johnny Niium don't talk to the mouths of old women
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| There are no old mouths here, our mouths are filled with touches-car
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| Tell the little ones to no longer shake hands with the poucaves
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| We don't give you a look, not even a rebuy
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| We'll rip you off in a second if we ever see you on a bike
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| You talk bad on the forums, virtual gangster
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| Opposite you lose your speech or you sing like Patrick Bruel
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| Big the street it's cruel, like catching a tumor
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| All it takes is one old mouth to spread a rumor
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| Don't come suck my dick, if your mouth has wrinkles
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| You speak badly, but when the buzz goes up poto you want a feat
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| The magazine is empty, I turn you on for real
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| Johnny Niuum don't talk to the mouths of old women
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| You have no words, you betray your team, you're only good at selling dreams
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| Don't come and talk to me 10 years.  | 
| Niuum, I prefer to keep it brief
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| Don't play with the street: one day everything pays off!
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| Bring back our sorrel, you old mouth
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| You leave your friends in hass, you're just an old mouth!
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| Don't come talk to me about tess, kind of old mouth
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| I know they recognize each other, all these old mouths
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| But Johnny Niium don't talk to the mouths of old women |