Okay, okay
Watch out, Bobo is on the production

I wear gloves like I'm a doctor
Pa-talks bad, I introduce him to my scalpel
I throw the gloves, I burn all the evidence
Rivotril, I still suffer the symptoms, crimes (crimes)
Crimes, crimes, I used to commit crimes
A blade, you're full of holes
You and your friends give me a blowjob
Whores, w-w-whores (ah)
I-I have the Gucci full of little bags
Armani tracksuit, I send it to the juvenile
She keeps the smoke in her pussy, whore (wh-whore)
I pierced it, she didn't make stories
I'm not stupid, I don't leave evidence
You don't have balls, I have two balls, your whore has pro
Fi-first sentence, I go out on probation
First misery, now I change things
No more Rivo', it only brings me problems (ah-ah)
Sportswear, but I'm not sporty
Juventus tracksuit, but I'm not a Juventus fan
What you do I did when I was little (ah-ah)

Don't worry, contact, there are concentrated pirates
I didn't snitch, I went in alone
Punks in your neighborhood, I threatened
It was going to complain, I see the drooling without my laces
Involved, it can turn you off if you're weird
Big, there's no old, that's how it goes with us
I'm stoned, you didn't do a TP, normal
That when the pigs, they fart well, it doesn't come to you
You tell me your life, it crossed your legends
Today, they go on foot to complain, it's light
Since we were little we all sell weed
Under three filtered joints, I saw them get drunk again
Enough to hang out, don't get agitated, loss of feelings, it details kilos in the apartment
Social cases, I've been waiting for Nini for three summers, big
It's mean when you take six years at the bar (gang)
Since then, I'm waiting for my share, I don't want to leave the neighborhood, I want to roam like every summer
Like every summer, no, don't worry
I don't leave any paw, they can go investigate
The bad guys, khey, they know us
We can't mess around three times filtered, it's in my package
Determined, we've been there since college, ask your colleagues
All the crimes since little committed

It's-it's-it's-it's life in the neighborhood
Lyca Mobile, hello? Who is it? (Who is it?)
I was in trouble counting the love on the stairs
Ev-everything's fine, thank goodness
I didn't see on TV what I have to say
I have better things to do than beef
Don't get close (you know how it ends)
Hey, son of a bitch' (pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa)
My brother cuts your face (scalpel)
For less than looks, they did like fugitives
Now head to important things
I keep my feet in the shoes
Watch how you behave, too many words, the facts count
We're at two hundred per hour
On a vehicle, German license plate (hello, hello, hello Spain)
Too many dicks in my head, I'm thinking about Malaga
I'm thinking about the money, Granada airport (ah-ah) (pow-pow)

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