«Paio» beats in volumes
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The quota «paia» perfumes who «paia» falls into smoke does not matter
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We all want numbers
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We are looking for a great
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But for me for now I'm in no hurry
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I just want enough
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For what I spend
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For what I like
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The rest can come by drag
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I show a frustrated coach (why?)
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Everyone runs away from the neighborhood, looking for a false happiness
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When they are aboard the boat, without pay
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Fixed to see enrich complexed
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Because this even touches on love
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That invokes me to suppose
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That I'm actually not a good boyfriend
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I run away from age, I'm a child who dreams
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I depend on my mother and I'm not ashamed
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They want me to put
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The soul for sale, by order
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Whoever does not understand my idea, opposes
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I don't pay rent
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I only round the area
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Until the sun lights up a street that resonates
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And then the class that gives steel to the bone
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My ilk already works
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Wake up only for lunch
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That's when I end the beat
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That yesterday was a sketch
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To better put what I hear
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There is no effortless work
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To have a thick pack in your pocket
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And «put it» always alive
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It is not to stop being active
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That's the reason, ya?
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Do what you have to do to have yours
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We all know it doesn't fall from the sky
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If you don't, no one will do it for you
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This is our life
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We gonna get all money
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While pitts fight in alleys
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And discuss and dispute the egos
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Boys to whom they are delivered
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There is no paca, they only nail me nails
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There is no paca, they only record and bootlegs to avoid nails
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With jewelry, lottery is an illusion
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It's a day to day struggle with pressure
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And I «hear» when I talk to the streets
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The stage of frauds
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The assault has two exits «either you can get away with it or not»
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This is what I yearn for
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Since the European currency came
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All I know is that hitchhiking came a recession
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Let's go to the meeting to make the reception
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Saying that things are ugly
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And that this is a disappointment
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I just want attention and understanding
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I want your redemption
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And remove this retention from me
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At source
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And what is this source?
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It is the source of your bank
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To spend on an emigrant on the white elephant
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Life in the city
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I brought the cesspool and it grazes in the private
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So you can pay the university
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Or weddings per documents per thousand euros
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Or up to five hundred help for those who have sprouts
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The crying does not run
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The void is in sight
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And this is blonde and Knorr
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No Rossio for the tourist
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It's clandestine casinos with bué paca in the window
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Respect her but respect more
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What she doesn't buy, ya?
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Do what you have to do to have yours
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We all know it doesn't fall from the sky
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If you don't, no one will do it for you
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This is our life
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Wegonna get
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all money
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What are you going to do if your dream doesn't start?
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Open your bank whether bullshit or white
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Or baza bulir on Mac
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Paca on the 5th Sec
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Live or in-check twine
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If you want to see pilim
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This is savings, it's charges
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It's ladies who make braids
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For symbolic importance at the end
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So baza bulir no mc
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Paca on the 5th Sec
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Live or in-check twine
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That's how it's supposed to be
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How is Snake?
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How is Sam?
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Fuck boy, this here now, since the Euro boy arrived. |
Preaching is routine
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boy...
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… There are no teapots, there is nothing…
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… There's nothing, boy, this right here, fuck it, especially for you boy,
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how are you seeing?
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I'm trying to understand
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Two years ago on the street
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Time passes and I can see nothing
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I'm trying to understand
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from this crazy school
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It was a facade
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That made me gnaw
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It took four and a half to read
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Depending on the system
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That I had to listen, shut up and eat
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In this life I'm fucked
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I'm lost on this path
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I'm looking for so much
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That I don't find a meaning
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I'm cataloged
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I don't erase my past
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I can't even put it aside
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I'm another registered
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In this civilized world
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Am I guilty? |
No G
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I'm just another sacrifice
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No doubts with debts
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Put this in your conscience
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Chelas is the place of crime, drugs and violence
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Open your bank to achieve independence
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The moral of the story
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You end up 'broke' in bankruptcy
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Do what you have to do to have yours
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We all know it doesn't fall from the sky
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If you don't, no one will do it for you
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This is our life
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We gonna get all money
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What are you going to do if your dream doesn't start?
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Open your bank whether bullshit or white
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Or baza bulir on Mac
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Paca on the 5th Sec
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Live or in-check twine
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If you want to see pilim
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This is savings, it's charges
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It's ladies who make braids
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For symbolic importance at the end
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So baza bulir no mc
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Paca on the 5th Sec
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Live or in-check twine
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That's how it's supposed to be
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César why did you have to die, lots of alcohol and a rose for the brother of
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Barbosa, my feelings are from the oldest of the true the Snake that you
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accompanied in the troubles and in the break time
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For the Chulas and the Mama, they send a message, you have the cops, the urras looking
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for you from the side
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They want to lock you down, lock-down
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But it can't be like that
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Yo our life is this twenty four seven
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24 out of 7 living under pressure
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We can't leave the neighborhood
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They can't take us out of the neighborhood
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We were born there, born and raised
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Chelas city, Jforever zone, THUG LIFE
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Thanks Sam |