Sito
I support the people who had respect, and the elderly people in their neighborhood feed
I give my support to the one who was once violent, and for seeing his mother suffer, he took into account
That wanting money up close, that only makes you go around
And because of your rounds, your sales fail
Until you realize and you're in your 30s

Two girls, one bed, artist's life, call it
They stop us because of our face, I break the track and win it
All halal, fuck the world, mommy Annabelle already broke it
They call us for having a face, they call 7arraga the one who rose
Two-two-two girls, one bed, artist's life, call it
They stop us because of our face, I break the track and win it
All halal, fuck the world, mommy Annabelle already broke it
They call us for having a face, they call 7arraga the one who rose

My team armored, bandits with their faces covered
If I go up with Paco, there's ruin for sure
If I go down with Danger, more than one gets knocked out

The dry with Marlboro, the silver and the gold
Taking care of the genre, and with whom I collaborate
From nothing to everything without seeking support
The deals closed, always our way
The Bejer family, the street is the same
Here respect is paid with respect
Fuck the world, mental paranoia
Smiling without being happy
Day at the post to give money
Running to Omar, there's halal to eat
Block routine, we have to endure
You can't trust the price of power (Hey!)

Two girls, one bed, artist's life, call it
They stop us because of our face, I break the track and win it
All halal, fuck the world, bro the street broke it
They call us for having a face, they call 7arraga everyone who rose
Two girls, one bed, artist's life, call it
They stop us because of our face, I break the track and win it
All halal, fuck the world, bro the street broke it
They call us for having a face, they call 7arraga everyone who rose

Those who talked were many, then only two remained
Bros, I only believe in God, bros failed me like everyone
In this, I am the boss, and no, they are goals like Kross
For your group, it's a cross (I always ride motocross)
Chef is flip and jango, as the bro said, oh
It sounds click, and to the mambo, the jambo is left in S.O.S., ueue
They dance tango, and I'm looking for my money, eh
I put everything in command, and the rambo was already in Hong Kong

Two girls, one bed, artist's life, call it
They stop us because of our face, I break the track and win it
All halal, fuck the world, mommy Annabelle already broke it
They call us for having a face, they call 7arraga the one who rose
Two girls, one bed, artist's life, call it
They stop us because of our face, I break the track and win it
All halal, fuck the world, bro the street broke it
They call us for having a face, they call 7arraga everyone who rose

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