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Mom, they won't catch me anymore, damn it
Bamba, the cops spit on my ganga
Pop, first a euro in my pocket, now a K
Soon I'll buy Casablanca
Deals, I'll never be a dishwasher
Facts, I'll be on a Bugatti
You deal, but then cry at the police station
Many talkers, but actions count
Dude, how's it going? Seems like you're not doing well
Your girl isn't here, I'll take you to the hospital
Because dude, otherwise, things will get bad here
We don't know if smoking got to you
The crazy life
Even if my pocket is empty, the girl is crazy
She worked as a cook and got fired
She only cooked coke and sucked it
That guy with the empty pocket isn't for you
You have cash and even new shoes
But to me, without cash, even put to the test
Ask me, ask her, ask my brother Bure
I touch cash, I touch her, but I don't touch drugs anymore
Hey dude, give me chocolate and lean
For a sore throat, weed
Only Spanish, never dick
Everything in my throat
Hey mom, they won't catch me anymore, damn it
Bamba, the cops spit on my ganga
Pop, first a euro in my pocket, now a K
Soon I'll buy Casablanca
Deals, I'll never be a dishwasher
Facts, I'll be on a Bugatti
You deal, but then cry at the police station
Many talkers, but actions count
Dude, I'll bang your girl, bro
Because I already know that Baby is getting rich
Almost like a sheikh
I'll buy a villa for mom, I swear, in Puerto Rico
I smoke marijuana
Together with your girl, bro, in my private room
She acts like a whore
Because she knows very well that I'm better than
Son of a bitch
I open a club, you enter with your tracksuit
If you don't have a tracksuit, you stay outside, your bitch enters
To my dude from Tirana, hey
Coke and marijuana, hey
A little coke for your bitch and she becomes my whore
Mom, they won't catch me anymore, damn it
Bamba, the cops
Uncork, first a euro in your pocket, now a K
Not long now and I'll buy Casablanca
Patti, I will never be a dishwasher
Facts, I'll be in a Bugatti
You deal but afterwards in the barracks you cry
Lots of talk but facts count
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