I walk around the city like that and wear a white jacket
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Guys approach me because they think I'm a pimp
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My rings adorn my fingers
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And I keep thinking about how to waste money
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In passing they ask me: grandma percent an hour?
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I spit on their price and point to the floor
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My girls don't do this to you by force
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If not, I love their mother
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You can find various clientele with me
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Which reveals the pleasures of my famous brothel
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You come in, cool, dim lights
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Experienced starlets increase your tension
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You step into the secret of my house
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The one you just looked at makes you hot
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I don't care what happens next
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As I count your money, the first league serves you
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Ref
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Ououo HE IS A MACRO
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Endangered entrances point to me
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Then the chosen one goes out and swears in front of the cross
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I give him condoms and let him in the door
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Which takes him to a room for at least half an hour
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Because there is a risk, although he likes it
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To watch after himself peeling like a snake
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I also knew how to go to such people
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I didn't wear it and I didn't even wash it
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So I wanted a relaxed bonfire for one
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And I still paid to get herpes
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I had better take my eyes off myself then
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Because he couldn't seem to brake anymore
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Or that I thought of an insect then
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Because the risk then drops while you think of pizza
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Crazy, but true
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I no longer accept bribes for such things
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Ref
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Ououo HE IS A MACRO 2x
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They say that I am the main link in the economy
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And friends close to me she just spins
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Police, media, faces of prestige
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Everyone is immune and no one gives up
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But money, that damn money
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The public behind their backs is secretly sharing saddles
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Someone else winked at him
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They track their money and cheat who
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Comedy rights, this stupid situation
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I do the same job and I say it sucks
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I make my money through secret channels
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I wash them through the company with a very strong team
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Above the door is an inscription, "opium komerc"
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All I care about is smuggling
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Drugs, bodies, money, pizza, gambling or weapons
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It gives me short but sweet satisfaction
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Ref
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Ououo HE IS A MACRO 2x
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I'm here again, I'm on the right track
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Which leads me to the goal, which fills my route
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On which we must not stand a single living beast
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Because mine will grind it and make soder
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It is a business, a flow of capital
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This is a firm, not a stop
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While I smoke weed and bother some rava
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I look lazily at the beret, that abnormal thing
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Because I know that my life is short
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Let him adorn himself firmly, when my duck will not
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Heroin, coca, sit, bombs, uzi, revolvers
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Let the customer choose and take to measure
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The people are watching me, and I think I'm a dasa
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Whose body is adorned with yellow and muscle mass
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Like Adolf, I poisoned people
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Individuals and honest people chase me to judge me
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And whether he will experience that is a question now
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I am a real BOSS boss of the metropolis
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And when they read my memoirs
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So, for the rest of my life
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That money killed me
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Ref
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Ououo HE IS A MACRO |