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I'm not a writer, I'm more than a simple mind
I multiply the loaves, I don't call him, I know he comes
They call me "V.A.L.D", this shit rap, I breastfed
I think I'll never stop, I cut the tablet with a sword
Full of filters, full of effects, you have no rhyme, no text
No thong, not even a butt, no peace, so no war
If you don't do it, I do it, if you don't know it, I know it
As if I had graduated from H.E.C, on the detector, the sock
I have the combos, the recipe, promise, I won't touch your little sister
I still love you doggy style, I still love you secretly
Damn, I wear my heart on my sleeve, I sniff the flowers of the evil
I still smell the thing, I dodge the morning light
I know very well what awaits me, she tells me "think of me if you have time"
I see her only once a year like the prime on Sidaction

I have a view on the building, I'm no longer sentimental
You saw me go out below, lungs almost black
On the way to fuck mothers like Monday morning, Sunday evening
Don't listen to me, if you prefer your cashier's rap that doesn't sell
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I don't care about losing my buzz, blowing up my buzz
To make Deus' sounds, I kept his keus, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't care about losing my buzz, blowing up my buzz
To make Deus' sounds, I kept his keus, yeah, yeah, yeah
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NQNT like SCART, Sullyvan raps too spiritual
I don't hang out everyday anymore, it makes my mind too narrow
Fuck your mothers, I'm going to deliver myself, all this dough, I deserved it
I have a gold record, I have pedigree, you only have death, you're expired
I can stop but I continue, for the turn-up, I contribute
Abandon me, I reconfigure, I leave your pussy in jam
Always a drama while we simulate, we don't live on the same longitude
Mashallah, brother, for your long studies, if the need is big, there's my pecule
I arrive in ball, arms dealer, Poliakov, Redbull, Miranda
Don't smoke the continental gum, rap more but less kizomba
Dirty bitch, we caught you in flag, rap saturated with huge bitches
I put the light on dirty balance sheet, next album, I want six hundred K

I have a view on the building, I'm no longer sentimental
You saw me go out below, lungs almost black
On the way to fuck mothers like Monday morning, Sunday evening
Don't listen to me, if you prefer your cashier's rap that doesn't sell
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, ah yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't care about losing my buzz, blowing up my buzz
To make Deus' sounds, I kept his keus, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't care about losing my buzz, blowing up my buzz
To make Deus' sounds, I kept his keus, yeah, yeah, yeah
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