It was this sound that I wanted to get into man fuck it
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Certain bitches…
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There are certain ladies who really don't have anything in their heads, fuck it! |
Like a guy wants
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talk to them
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Nepia, it's just to fuck
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A guy wants to have a conversation, you can't have a conversation
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Fuck, you also called the Bonus there
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My kid speaks well, yo yo
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Well served to the chest, with a frantic fart
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They are female models of gene bombs
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They invest in the body to overcome the intellect
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That's why they have a crooked brain and they always leave their chest open
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When they wear micro-skirts, they want everyone to be attentive
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On the street or in the center, they always parade at peak hours
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Everyone can handle it, man, and any man gets hot
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If it's not to be mounted, what is a donkey for?
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Everything they are is under their underwear
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What does a fart that speaks say? |
Shit!
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The body is everything, so it cannot stand still
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The brain is frustrated, it is always unemployed
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Mediocrity incorporated in a work of art
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They will never exist according to Descartes
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(I think, soon…)
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Baby bottles, empty like my wallet
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They get away with the job market because they got to know Taveira
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Here or there, the scene is all bad
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Bué da muchachas in the head only have poop
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I already said, that's not possible, get out of my habitat
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'Cause you don't say anything, just blah blah
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It's the new generation, always on display
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They want fame, after fame they get defamation
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They only know how to say yes and agree with what you say
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Never read books have many characters
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They are not women, they are pieces of meat in plain clothes
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Daughters of pimba culture, TV, garbage is the program
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They are welcoming ladies with a fanning fart
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And they have a human form because God is also deceived
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Live niggas take them man, buck and nothing else
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They are training games, they will never reach official
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Their pachacha is available as a scout
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It's like a free disco with no doorman
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Even shirtless enter, there is no censorship
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Euros is like BSE, it drives them crazy
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Physical-predominance, decline in reasoning
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If only platonic love existed, they would marry baboons
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Here or there, the scene is all bad
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Bué da muchachas in the head only have poop
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I already said, that's not possible, get out of my habitat
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'Cause you don't say anything, just blah blah
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Yo, outer beauty, natural, flavored with
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"If you don't wash that shit, it's going to grow mold"
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Yo, I mean your skull, your body is fine
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You don't go a day without the magic of your lipstick
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You have a cuarra scenario when you dance to the sound
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Will you come to me, I'll give you a bar, now I'm barron?
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Yo, it's fine, give me a stick, call me what you want
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I'm not looking for affairs, go to your chauffeurs
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Because I don't have a boat or whip, so you disappear
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Is it me who doesn't deserve you or is it you who don't deserve me?
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Nobody sees the end of your holes
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But still don't be afraid
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We don't go there, our cocks have vertigo
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You have mediocre thoughts that just want you to profit
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Every day new looks, tonight is p'ó Lux
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Where you get big highs, with vodkas and drills
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And touch cokes, suffocate, summon sex to whom you provoke
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With so many Polaroids, your eyes hurt
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You don't want the fourth-class boys, you want mongoloids
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There is beach at the piers, you choose
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You destroy marriages like men were toys
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Come in, look, look, gala, gala
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With so many implants I find the corners of the room
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You love palation, may your damo defend you
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To tease others with those lace brands of yours
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To not be betrayed with the fucked up dress
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Seduction in the ear in exchange for a nickname
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It has to be someone dear, preferably a gentleman
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But I don't see cupid so it can't be love (na na)
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Here or there, the scene is all bad
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Bué da muchachas in the head only have poop
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I already said, that's not possible, get out of my habitat
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'Cause you don't say anything, just blah blah
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just say blah blah
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never read books
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How many characters do they...
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How many characters does the book need for them to read?
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ten characters
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ten characters?
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ten characters
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just say blah blah
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Bling Bling Bitches |