Huh

There are fights everywhere
There is teu-shi, weapons and cartridges
(This is Ari Prod on the beat) hyh

There are fights everywhere
There are teu-shi, weapons and cartridges
The engine roars, his mother
I'm going up to the capital thanks to the hoods

There are fights everywhere
There are teu-shi, weapons and cartridges
The engine roars, his mother
I'm going up to the capital thanks to the hoods (woin woin)

Yes, the be-bar, I have to (woin, woin)
Sound of sirens, I have to (woin, woin)
I fill bags and I (woin, woin)
Money is calling me, I gotta (woin, woin)

Naughty like Vegeta, I really like his stretch marks
I want the role of the shepherd, big
Always down for change, boy
Fuck your change, boy, I want more than a helicopter'
I'll be there in two stages, RK, what does that say?
(I'm in the building, I'm rolling a bazooka)

The smoke stinks of his mother
And the passers-by who pass by, they are very sleepy
I have little love for these butts there (butts there)
I can screw you over if you complain too much (grupe)
I want the account and the nursery at Roosevelt (Roosevelt)
Act like a mala man, and be polite

I'll fuck your parents if you talk stupid about us
And, no, my nigga, I have no luck, I worked for
I'm in doulah, RK tell them we hurt
For cash when woin, there's the twenty-two

There are fights everywhere, there is shit (eh RK?) (Yeah, yeah)
The engine scolds its mother (eh wallah, eh)
And I think I'm on a shit, wallah
Are you serious? Wesh are you serious, are you kidding?
The engine scolds his mother
I'm going up to the capital Capuguche style (woin, woin)

Yes, the be-bar, I have to woin, woin
Sound of sirens, I have to woin, woin
I fill bags and I woin, woin
Money is calling me, I gotta woin, woin (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, eh, you got it, ok, let's shake things up, we don't wait for the armband
Eh, yeah, you got it (ooh) ok
We brew, we don't wait for the captain's armband
We break the process in the tess and fuck his mother
The first one to act crazy, at worst, he raises his hand
And I live the dream life with L.A.2.r.y in the German racing car
Suddenly I'm in Phuket, suddenly I'm in police custody
Farted by the pigs in my house, and if it farts, the CR, the seizures
Social security, worries, seasons in the hole
I'm in trouble, my life, I'm in trouble for money orders and canteens
The package drives you crazy
I was in the oven, sound of sirens and schpion
Sounds of sirens and I run, I'm not in the area
I fucked a bunch of idiots and these little ones were screaming for help

There are fights everywhere (Hey Larry, Larry, Larry, Larry)
Hey, what's yellow and waiting?
Jonathan, well, everyone knows that one (no, no, no)
It's just the punch in the pocket, my brother
The engine scolds his mother
I'm going up to the capital Capuguche style (woin, woin)

Yes, the be-bar must be woin, woin
Sound of sirens I have to woin, woin
I fill bags and I woin, woin
Money is calling me, I gotta woin, woin

Yes, the be-bar must be woin, woin
Sound of sirens I have to woin, woin
I fill bags and I woin, woin
Money is calling me, I gotta woin, woin

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