I'm searching for my limits
The rap's ge-gor under my Gillette
No one will save you
Stick your amulet up your ass
I can't lose a minute
Puto, let me fill the briefcase
I know who will pray to their god
When I had plunged their head into the toilet bowl
Dad is looking for a dead kid at the bar
The Teflon fits me like a glove
I wear it like Michael's leather jacket in "Beat It"
I can't lose a minute
Puto, let me fill the briefcase
We have hard dicks, hard heads
It's not the internet that will kill us
Dad will never disown us, I'm neither a cop nor a fag
We'll go away they neither loved nor helped us
45 AMG at the wheel only illiterate heads
I'm coming to kill them from afar, outside I was there autumn winter summer
We'll never applaud you I released my CD (son of a bitch)
Remember to kill all the hope we put into it
Here everyone wants to die rich
To afford the pleasure of leaving in peace (die rich)
We'll end up with lead in the Tassimo
Cogno, you'll never see us crawl
Yeah yeah

Noise of mass, cuddly whore
Bribery, cocaine
The weapon, figure, large caliber
In real war loses more than one soldier
Thick fog, cunning trick
Weapons, crimes, botany
Anarchy the minors zone drunk
At the expense of insolvent father and mother
Insolvent, insolvent
They have known the crisis
The minors zone drunk
At the expense of insolvent father and mother
They don't care about being temporary, unsortable
Getting up for 1000 two is insulting
They understood that the quail was nothing without the time

Nothing without the time, nothing without the time
They understood that the quail was nothing without the time
Nothing without the time, nothing without the time
Understood that the quail was nothing without the time
At the expense of insolvent father and mother
Doesn't care about being a temp, unsortable
Getting up for 1000 two is insulting
They understood that the quail was nothing without the time

A7, kilogram
You palpitate at customs
Tangier, Malaga
You run on customs
Cold as in Alaska, puto
Without spending a sum
We know how to talk to women
Without pulling out a blade, gun at the end of the skull
We know how to talk to men
I wrote the palm in tears
Not in the norms, not in the arms
Charcle if he acts like a man, stain his Paul & Shark, mathafack
I want gold in chain, gold in bar, gold in ring (mathafack)
I smoke the Orange Bud
I sleep in lodge they sleep in custody
Yeah yeah

Noise of mass, cuddly whore
Bribery, cocaine
The weapon, figure, large caliber
In real war loses more than one soldier
Thick fog, cunning trick
Weapons, crimes, botany
Anarchy among the brothers not free
At the expense of inconsolable father and mother
Inconsolable, inconsolable
Blocked between four walls
Stuck on the A7
We think of you
It's the S, Götze
Mathafack

Nothing without the time, nothing without the time
They understood that the quail was nothing without the time
Nothing without the time, nothing without the time
Understood that the quail was nothing without the time
At the expense of insolvent father and mother
Doesn't care about being a temp, unsortable
Getting up for 1000 two is insulting
They understood that the quail was nothing without the time

I'm searching for my limits
The rap's ge-gor under my Gillette (in your ears and your asses)
No one will save you
Stick your amulet up your ass (I'm on the rain-té before you)
I can't lose a minute
Puto, let me fill the briefcase (I bury a team)
I know they will pray to their god
When I'm going to plunge their head into the toilet bowl (I didn't take a lawyer)
Oh yes! (in your ears and your asses)
A7 (I'm on the rain-té before you)
Veni vidi vici (I bury a team)
Mathafack
It's the S, Gotze (I didn't take a lawyer)
18, 19
Ah yes
Scoundrel (mathafack)

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