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(Baba) Oh shit ([?]) Put that down Put that down (Baba, there he is again) I don't even know what the fuck (What is it [?] tell me please) Fucking kids keep going outside ([?] is back baba) (Oh my God you look so beautiful) (He's over there over the mountain) (I see him in the sunlight my child) Put your titties away (Oh my God) Yeah You don't see the kid? Shout out to people that never believed No lie you inspired us We are the kings I woke up and wrote it all down on papyrus hieroglyphics You see the fire inside of my iris I've come to hire your highness This shit is threatening like fire and virus I'm here to retire the tyrants Fish in the barrel can't sing with the sparrows Letras de cancionesWe don't pretend to be heroes We are the lost, the sinners of pharrows Dressed in this Roman apparel Eye of Horus I'm the purest High on Lotus fuck a Porsche As a florist you will flourish Fly to Kyro fuck a tourist And Morocco like Amore Street lights shining on us Call us knights in shining armour Yes, it's death before dishonor We got war around the corner I've been waiting for my come up I've been waiting for my come up (Yeah, its me) Come up My house haunted I don't go to sleep until the sun up Run Up, Yeah, Ay This ain't the shit that you see in the movies, uh Fabric Italian, Versace and Gucci, Woah This ain't the shit that you see in the movies Ay, she wants to go out for sushi She wants Emilio Pucci (yo) Bitch! (woah) This ain't the shit that you see in the movies, Ay Fabric Italian, Versace and Gucci, Uh This ain't the shit that you see in the movies She wants to go out for sushi (yeah) She wants Emilio Pucci (uh) Hey This ain't the shit Thi- Thi- thi- thi- this ain't the shit That you see in the movies Thi- this ain't the shit Thi- thi- Thi- this ain't the shit This ain't the shit that you see in the movies From Letras Mania