| Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's the S
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| Villain, N. I
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| Katrina Squad
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| Well
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| Roof-rooftop
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| When it all started, it was all about moving forward
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| Boy, you got potential, but you won't make 'em dance
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| We want to hold the city, we don't listen to what is said
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| I listen to my heart and my thoughts, what life has taught me
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| I'll double up three-four times, make the right investments
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| I know what my eyes have seen, what touched my pair of gloves
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| Maybe it's a big caliber or all the jewelry at oit
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| I only smoke fucking gold, sometimes I have memory lapses I fall asleep with it
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| a fighter plane, don't worry about the piloting (piloting, nana) Four
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| minutes for hostage taking
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| I don't remember her blase anymore but I know that she doesn't put her teeth
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| Four star minimum, got yomb and the baladin, oh
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| Do you get it? |
| I have friends that took ten years
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| Do you get it? |
| My finger all those who neglect
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| Yesterday it was bad, there was a cheat sheet, an SG then a 'èg and we do
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| fall fresh
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| The bad ones I sorted out, baby, even your pussy has a price, for real
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| I ain't gonna make noise, for real, be-be-bep-bep, Mayday, Mayday
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| I've sorted, even your pussy has a price, for real
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| I ain't gonna make noise, for real, be-be-bep-bep, Mayday, Mayday
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| When it all started, we were doing it for fun
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| But the pleasure has become profitable, I can no longer hold the walls
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| I no longer remember his choice but I know that he failed yesterday
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| He came back today, he hit his mother
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| A Glock in the glove box, parked in a booklet spot
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| At birth, death awaits, hanging over our heads
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| In the box five boxes of 30, everything we took we sell it
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| There are little ones who scare the big ones, everything we don't have we take it
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| Hooded like the PSIG, fucks his grandmother the SMIC
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| Fuck a success of esteem, you know that we are here for the money
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| Damn it's good sorrel, so I'm leaving on a mission
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| We don't feel the pressure, it don't interfere with my sleep, yeah
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| Do you get it? |
| I have friends that took ten years
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| Do you get it? |
| My finger all those who neglect
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| Yesterday was the dech, there was a cheat sheet, an SG then an 'èg and we do
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| fall fresh
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| The bad ones I sorted out, baby, even your pussy has a price, for real
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| I ain't gonna make noise, for real, be-be-bep-bep, Mayday, Mayday
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| I've sorted, even your pussy has a price
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| I ain't gonna make noise, for real, be-be-bep-bep, Mayday, Mayday |