| Chorus:
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| Telling this bitch
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| "Move your head faster."
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| This bitch in a miniskirt climbs into my seat.
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| I press the pedal to go faster
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| Every day, like Sunday, flies by faster and faster.
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| Faster, faster, make money faster
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| Count them faster, as if you don't have time.
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| Faster, faster, I tell her: "Faster."
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| The head bounces like a ball, but the bitch can go faster.
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| First couplet:
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| Fuck these, fuck those
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| These bitches are in poverty.
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| I have three thousand cases,
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| Millions of different topics
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| These bitches are looking for dick
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| With a million for a blowjob.
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| Bitches - one hundred and five hundred problems
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| She is in trouble on the ship.
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| Fuck them bitch, and bet
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| We always have somewhere.
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| As soon as they smell the money
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| In their head you are the crown.
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| But no, in their head is my uh.
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| To the head when I uh.
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| I'll never know when I uh
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| He is in a vacuum.
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| Do it rough, do it faster
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| What you want to do - you know better.
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| If you want to be with her, then be with her.
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| These prohibitions are only the thoughts of people.
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| Lambo, Lambo
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| I flew, six hundred mares in one hand,
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| I'm light, thoughts are boiling, madness is bombing
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| In her head
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| Force hot, but cold, yes,
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| Two hundred and fifty - I close my eyes,
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| You want to say, you know the excitement,
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| Left bazaar, why the hell?
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| I don't give a damn even if debris falls on the tail,
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| We stand strong, all on our feet, my lawyer closes cases,
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| Only about the cache they have silence,
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| Who told them that they are superior to us?
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| All this rap - fuck them, not trap,
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| They are all in the huts of mom and dad.
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| They smoke garbage, we are a kilogram,
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| Direct channel - Afghanistan.
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| I smoked Martians high
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| Stop killing everyone and the joint.
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| Strength is a synonym for felicite,
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| Synonymous with cache is quantity.
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| Value, value, multiply by two, recalculate,
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| Fuck work, this disease is called poverty,
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| Fuck jealous bitches, all this hate and rap game
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| Their bitch lie.
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| I rhyme about trap and whores, money and drugs,
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| After all, I rhyme about trap and whores, money and drugs,
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| After all, I rhyme about trap and whores, money and drugs,
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| After all, I rhyme about trap and whores, money and drugs.
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| Chorus:
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| Telling this bitch
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| "Move your head faster."
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| This bitch in a miniskirt climbs into my seat.
|
| I press the pedal to go faster
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| Every day, like Sunday, flies by faster and faster.
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| Faster, faster, make money faster
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| Count them faster, as if you don't have time.
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| Faster, faster, I tell her: "Faster."
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| The head bounces like a ball, but the bitch can go faster. |