Sorry Aunt Posi, it's useless to dare
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What a ruse you get rid of
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You've come to distract me or just steal my scene
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You're stupid
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You want to put her on the challenge
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Man against woman, father against mother and grandfather against grandmother
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You only like yourself thanks to the transparent panties you have under your miniskirt
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And it was guaranteed success, the contract signed and the deed concluded with the big boy
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duped
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Valletta with a wide crotch opening so much two buttocks, two boobs can
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always suffice
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But what two buttocks, two boobs
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I use my bra as a parachute over piles
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There are those who make with baggies, you will soon have the pliers
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With my miniskirt I'll make you a bib
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B-boy in tights, go behind the blackboard
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I'll teach you how to speak
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First, you can't even see a pussy through binoculars
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Second, your language is sporadic
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Third, before talking to me, feel your breath
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I the classic valley 'sti cocks, but rap with flakes
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I use hoola-hop when I rap and when I start the show you're already in pieces
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I can't stand you anymore, I don't speak to you anymore, don't greet me anymore and don't look for me anymore, |
baby unglued baby let me go let me work, you relax
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Open the track, machista lyricist above the groove
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Now that you're pushing, it's useless for you to pretend, you don't move me if you cry, you don't scare me
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if you growl, he falls within the ranks or is
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Dust you eat, make room for me, pay the duty and tidy up on stage while I
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idleness is not injury, just exercise
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What I'm doing on a whim, and that's the beginning as I delight you by holding a rally and that's it
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the vice of having a lady at full service
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Slave of an Egyptian god to my torture but without a fucking armistice
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Are you the god?
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Ah, what a pleasure, I'm the Madonna
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Primitive, collect the club waiting for you in the hut
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I also clean your stage, but you assemble and disassemble it and then take a feather that
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you ventilate me while I swing
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Listen, Adam, please remove the fig leaf, haha, I'm already laughing because my stylus is there
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it's the fireworks, fasten your apron, give me them again
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Soles, clean the stairs, I have to go
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If I cut your goatee, you are the ideal housewife
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I can't stand you anymore, I don't speak to you anymore, don't greet me anymore and don't look for me anymore, |