LYRICS GAME

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Women's glasses

My girlfriend has a miniskirt

We sold coke

I signed the racing contract

They who know about me

The magnifiques, the mademoiselles

My parents don't know about me

In the slums in the hot tubs

As if I were the son of a king

Yes, uncle, take a ride

I remember everything that happened around

These guys do the rounds in the area

The thief becomes Prince Aladdin

Orange grass, my juice a hundred

Fuck your opinion

Fuck this nation, this nation

We don't die in prison

I'm with you, no thanks

Your cell phone, no thanks

Your weed, no thanks

Your jeans, no thanks

Your rap, no thanks

Your pop, no thanks

Your record, no thanks

Your face, no thanks

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They say: 'The stuff is good', I say: 'Thank you'

They say: 'Work brother', I say: 'No, thanks'

They make me look like a Big Babol

I can't find the words brother like with Ruzzle

If you knew us you would say: 'What assholes'

If Lauro were God he would piss on the world

If the world were mine it would be in the hands of a madman

The world divides us brother, like a compass

We're locked in the car, what a capon

My friend in the car brother's cannon

I look outside, bro, it looks like a cartoon to me

And my homies walk on all fours

They're all done, like the movies

All with dark circles but like Kiss

All tattooed like freaks

Awake from Friday to Monday

We have open accounts brother on slips of paper

You don't understand slang because you're kids

Because you always have your ass at mommy's house

You didn't earn the money you have

I've lived three lives, brother, I'll tell you two

We do things that no one knows about

It makes me want to smoke crack

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I'm with you, no thanks

Your cell phone, no thanks

Your weed, no thanks

Your jeans, no thanks

Your rap, no thanks

Your pop, no thanks

Your record, no thanks

Your face, no thanks

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What a fucking life I have

What a fucking girl I have

What a fucking friend I have

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No, no, no

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