Eh, eh
Here's the mafia my nigga
Eh, yeah, eh

I had two chips, two bigos, a roll of cello'
Since I dropped my chip, my clicks' want to dirty me
But I'm too serene, I always eat salt control
Yeah, only dirty, yeah, only dirty
Be careful, we can rob you in the summer
We shake your mailbox to see if there's a lot of paper, paper
If it doesn't work, it's the landing, the price is displayed on the walls, we threw our notebooks

I've always been bad at retail drug dealing
I started selling tablets, buddy, I replaced my blade (with a gun)
The money came in, I finally discovered big breasts
The day of my death is planned, I'll leave it to the nanny
Yes, the shit, it's a lot of paper
It's so much paper that even Cinderella can lose her laces, ok
At the counter, hold your credit card because all the little ones at the station also want their papers
In the bre-mor part they canned my brother but is he really dead? (No)
At your father's, when it sleeps, we tear off your jewelry, we see gold and death
For money there's no time, there's too many cops in the sector, we empty your bag
We hit you under bat, your thoughts are vague, we take your soul, hey, we take your soul

I had two chips, two bigos, a roll of cello'
Since I dropped my chip, my clicks' want to dirty me
But I'm too serene, I always eat salt control
Yeah, only dirty, yeah, only dirty
Be careful, we can rob you in the summer
We shake your mailbox to see if there's a lot of paper, paper
If it doesn't work, it's the landing, the price is displayed on the walls, we threw our notebooks

I'm with Paquito, he tells me that Zé Pequ' got busted
So I quickly call Raphy to change the paper cage
This summer, we're going to the islands to drown in water and papaya
This winter, I work hard to make more than dad's salary
All your niggas are gray, all my niggas roll a little one the size of Messi, hey
Every winter, my fingers are cold, it's hard to roll the massa perfectly
On the 22, throw away your scooter
When they're there, it keeps spreading
Eden heats up the beck, it keeps skating
Crimo holds the bag in front, I wasn't bothered

I had two chips, two bigos, a roll of cello'
Since I dropped my chip, my clicks' want to dirty me
But I'm too serene, I always eat salt control
Yeah, only dirty, yeah, only dirty
Be careful, we can rob you in the summer
We shake your mailbox to see if there's a lot of paper, paper
If it doesn't work, it's the landing, the price is displayed on the walls, we threw our notebooks

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