| We were full when there was nothing
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| We will only be two at the finish
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| I know that everything has an end, I don't give a damn
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| I already traded my death for a pack of milk
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| When everything is hard, you are my gava
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| When there's a shortage, you don't know me anymore
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| Fuck your father from there, igo la mala
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| We know how to do it since
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| We know how to do it since
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| We know how to do it since
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| We know how to do it since
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| Bastard, you left, we haven't seen you since
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| We haven't seen you since
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| We haven't seen you since
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| We haven't seen you since
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| Igo la mala, we know how to do it since
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| This bastard took the hero'
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| I haven't seen him since
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| I'm thinking about my biffe, I'm freaking out
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| That son of a bitch don't answer me anymore
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| I think of him every night
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| When we gon' rise up, you gon' see the devil
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| More dangerous than my enemies
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| You were dead at best
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| Honestly I didn't think you could
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| I crossed two, three raclis
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| Heard you got big dick and big asses filled up at your table
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| Hey plus you show off with our pennies ouh hey
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| Hey ain't got no better to drive us crazier ooh hey
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| Seems you're the great soccer player, oh hey
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| Don't worry we'll show you with a fake buoy
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| But you it's too late, you have to pay
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| For you: butt kick and shovel kick
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| Smash the res-noi on the t-cô
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| We don't mess with sorrel
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| The big and the Tayc
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| We were full when there was nothing
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| We will only be two at the finish
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| I know that everything has an end, I don't give a damn
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| I already traded my death for a pack of milk
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| When everything is hard, you are my gava
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| When there's a shortage, you don't know me anymore
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| Fuck your father from there, igo la mala
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| We know how to do it since
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| We know how to do it since
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| We know how to do it since
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| We know how to do it since
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| Bastard, you left, we haven't seen you since
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| We haven't seen you since
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| We haven't seen you since
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| We haven't seen you since
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| Igo la mala, we know how to do it since
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| Meeting on the Fields
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| It's still about panels
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| Only boxwood, nothing bad
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| Among us there's just a son of a bitch
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| He meshed hard behind the cartel
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| Bought apartments in Marseille
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| So I want his blood on my Margiela
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| He begged us to stop, said he was doing this to get out of hess
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| He cried, cried, cried, cried
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| Of course this big dog, I put his leash on him
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| When her snags broke to the ground
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| He understood that it's not fair for the sum
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| It's a matter of principles igo
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| Next time grab a second bigo and watch your gow
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| Bitch bad and boogie
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| Money, mesh, jacuzzi
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| vice, lease, jealousy
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| Whores, whores surround me, I'm cursed
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| All I had, I gave you what you wanted
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| But no, but it's dead, I'm used to it |