| Filthy in the back seat of my Uber
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| Fashion with a white girl, feeling foolish
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| Kissing with the bad breath, of my cigarette
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| 90 in a 50, but I couldn’t care less
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| That’s my song playing on the radio
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| Car is parked like six blocks from your studio
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| Vibe to me, so you tell me that you’re ready to go
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| You’re ready to go, you’re ready to go
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| This ride drives me mad
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| (I don’t want to)
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| This ride drives me mad
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| (I don’t want you to say, say, no)
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| Mio, mio
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| Rico, rico
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| Hallelujah
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| For the mio, mio
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| Mio, mio
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| Rico, rico
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| Hallelujah
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| For the mio, mio
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| Away from my country, way from my country
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| Flight is delayed, I look like a zombie
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| Limo is waiting down by the lobby
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| I pass out again like it was a hobby
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| Spilling the drink on my passport
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| Boy s asleep in the bathtub
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| Think it’s a cuzi look like a movie
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| Fuck, are we going to sober up?
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| Why do we go … sleeping down Sayed road
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| This ride drives me mad
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| (I don’t want you to say, say)
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| This ride drives me mad
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| (I don’t want you to say, say no)
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| Mio, mio
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| Rico, rico
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| Hallelujah
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| For the mio, mio
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| Mio, mio
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| Rico, rico
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| Hallelujah
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| For the mio, mio
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| I see gold and crystals in your eyes
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| Lose control cause the crystals make you fly
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| I see gold…
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| Mio, mio
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| Rico, rico
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| Hallelujah
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| For the mio, mio |