When dreams come true, this chanssi is given only once, by four free Lords,
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under the night dark panamera
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110 glasses, 110 sides, the wheel of an actuary I live just as much as my saliva
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From a small feeling, the road then takes no whim, the awesome cliché of the fuck is drunk
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wine in Vienna
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In the morning sip, petrify but unable to sting
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Im an all in bitch in to Gumballin
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The gang spends the real arabimoney whose mami hies ois popsinu pari namii
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A thousand and one overnight hurts, everything else dries dry, trees in the oven so you don't
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smoke
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I divide the tubes, hastagi and Instagram, The boys are on fire, here is pulled
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raw without blandist
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By Cypress Hill, Bunbee & Hawkin Tony, Hasselhoff and Xzibit and who we are now
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was…
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This is the life we were whitened, the bends straightened and I did not squeeze the steering wheel
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The dream duniii, no other ku trees in the oven
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The dream duunii does not turn trees into an oven
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This is the life we whitewashed, this bottom and I don't squeeze the wheel
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The dream duunii no other trees in the oven
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The dream duunii does not turn trees into an oven
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Well en oo businessman and no businessman, mu these bills disappear by themselves
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Not so serious, behind the wheel I press, pin the board to grandma's grave until there is
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dead
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The number one vertical towards everyone who uses it, the bass bangs you don't fuck
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tear, Guantanamera me and Panamera, oh that I like!
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No basic duunii, I don't want to waste it, vaa trees in the oven, evening ku sunda sock,
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tears what he does, shoots with a cannon and the mouth snaps Jacson's handu,
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and further to you speds my vaa warm hand and Gumball facts,
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you can ask your mother-in-law
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Three little monkeys put a buzz more, but don't talk, hear, see anything!
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This is the life we were whitened, the bends straightened and I did not squeeze the steering wheel
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The dream duniii, no other ku trees in the oven
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The dream duunii does not turn trees into an oven
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This is the life we whitewashed, this bottom and I don't squeeze the wheel
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The dream duunii no other trees in the oven
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The dream duunii does not turn trees into an oven
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I'll run tomorrow, gasoline in the veins, I'm not worried about anything, start running,
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now Finland is left again, I may be in trouble, but I'm not worried about anything
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Things are in order, Monaco is waiting, the journey can begin, now it is starting to drop
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The stove is clogged, but decent, if you go past you think you're out
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thunder
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When you come to the city of the sun, it doesn't go unnoticed in the morning
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in the evening you still don't get drunk
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A week with the same eyes, it is completely familiar to us, women and landscapes are changing and
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the currency changes
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Created to pass, publicity to pass, metsuril trees I show when the rubber
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burned
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I don't know what a bigger experience it would be, and even if I told you you wouldn't believe it
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This is the life we were whitened, the bends straightened and I did not squeeze the steering wheel
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The dream duniii, no other ku trees in the oven
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The dream duunii does not turn trees into an oven
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This is the life we whitewashed, this bottom and I don't squeeze the wheel
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The dream duunii no other trees in the oven
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The dream duunii does not turn trees into an oven |