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N.A.P.S

I'm settled in Aubervilliers, right in the middle of the album we are
Of all colors the bills she cried at the jeweler's
You have to work hard, you can't sleep, I don't have a spoon in my mouth
I take a cup as an ashtray
All my joints are going in a spoon

We're making the album (we're not sleeping)
She's acting too much like a gadji

In RS3, I'm doing laps, that I pass in front of the oven
At the red light, they want to race
I blocked the needle of the tachometer
In RS3, I'm doing laps, that I pass in front of the oven
At the red light, they want to race
I blocked the needle of the tachometer

His face is familiar to me, I take subscribers by the thousands
My mom is my pillar
I bought her a house in real estate (God bless)
I'll call you back later I'm busy
I rented the car I folded it
I like Miami, the palm trees
At the Montana, mountain of bills
Rhapta I watch her dress
I come from the hot neighborhoods I'm grilled
She breathes well under the apron forced to slip her a bill
Rhapta I watch her dress
I come from the hot neighborhoods I'm grilled
She breathes well under the apron forced to leave her a bill

We're making the album (we're not sleeping)
She's acting too much like a gadji

In RS3, I'm doing laps, that I pass in front of the oven
At the red light, they want to race
I blocked the needle of the tachometer
In RS3, I'm doing laps, that I pass in front of the oven
At the red light, they want to race
I blocked the needle of the tachometer

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