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Hello, Baby with Arab blood, Baby Ganga from Casablanca
Brother is an immigrant, not in Milan
I risk my Arab blood, oh mama
"Who goes slow, doesn't go far," Abdallah always told me
Dreams of an Italian passport, Baby smokes in the streets

Hello, Baby with Arab blood, Baby Ganga from Casablanca
Brother is an immigrant, not in Milan
I risk my Arab blood, oh mama
"Who goes slow, doesn't go far," Abdallah always told me
Dreams of an Italian passport, Baby smokes in the streets

And smokes in the streets, Moroccans, they are from Casablanca
Children on boats in Tangier, dreaming of reaching Spain
Arabs in Italy, work only with the white
On a vehicle, bro, without a license plate
The card, brother, is Lycamobile
I'm offline even if I'm online
I put on the Airs, go out in Nike tracksuit
What do you know about when I was on a bike
Selling goods together with Mike
Listen well, maricón
Don't joke because my blacks in the zone
Are hungry, they've been in prison
For the snitch who pointed out the house
That snitch

Hello, Baby with Arab blood, Baby Ganga from Casablanca
Brother is an immigrant, not in Milan
I risk my Arab blood, oh mama
"Who goes slow, doesn't go far," Abdallah always told me
Dreams of an Italian passport, Baby smokes in the streets

Hello, Baby with Arab blood, Baby Ganga from Casablanca
Brother is an immigrant, not in Milan
I risk my Arab blood, oh mama
"Who goes slow, doesn't go far," Abdallah always told me
Dreams of an Italian passport, Baby smokes in the streets

The boy grew up in Larache
In the area where the motors already eat and dine
He went up in search of Europe
The money, even though on the way there are problems
He goes up to Spain, the first city he touched was Barcelona
Money, hungry to get what at the moment
What later Allah does not forgive
He goes up to France and Italy
He always likes to stop in Milan
Brother always with his brother
Enemy of those who want to cut the hand quickly
Knowing that the police have always been bad
That's why he's a veteran
Looking for life with cars
In the robbery with gloves and he didn't say no
His mother desperate
Calling for what he does for fourteen hours
Looking for life with laughter
To the bad, you don't even cry anymore
Escapes in containers
Weapons that are peculiar
Hidden in places
Gangs that have become very familiar
Clans that are addictive
Money that comes out quickly here
My colleagues aggressive
Because they opened investigations
Microphone in the glove compartment
Police, everything tests positive
A new cause has never been just anything
If the cause is with your friends

Hello, Baby with Arab blood, Baby Ganga from Casablanca
Brother is an immigrant, not in Milan
I risk my Arab blood, oh mama
"Who goes slow, doesn't go far," Abdallah always told me
Dreams of an Italian passport, Baby smokes in the streets

Hello, Baby with Arab blood, Baby Ganga from Casablanca
Brother is an immigrant, not in Milan
I risk my Arab blood, oh mama
"Who goes slow, doesn't go far," Abdallah always told me
Dreams of an Italian passport, Baby smokes in the streets

Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, looking for life
Alright, alright, alright, alright, we already seem suicidal
Alright, alright, alright, alright, mom always comes first
Alright, alright, alright, alright, and then fills the wallet
Alright, alright, alright, alright, freedom for juvenile centers
Alright, alright, alright, alright, and for those in the majors
Alright, alright, alright, alright, better times will come
Alright, alright, alright, alright, mom no longer cries, amen

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