Quebonafide trip

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[Verse 1]
The ocean of peace is gaining colors in my
life that wanted to destroy it like a block
We have all of these days in fit mode
Guests, clothes and jumping clothes
We did it without pretending
Rookie of the year, not that I'm just talking
Only rookie of the year, look at my fans
I open the champagne over Menton and fall down
Resorts, beaches, campers, rivieras, yachts, swimming pools
Here, when you are honest
Those Lazys are grinning like hyenas
We are swinging like nothing is lost< br/>This is Quebo, I already have it on a plate
They wouldn't laugh at this
I know how much work I put into it
I have blood for today oh, gold on your fingers
And I rarely have a pocket without files
And what does this mean for those without ambition, check your dream book
I got out of here faster than fucking hell Falcon
Today I point to my balcony
When I'm drunk, it's very bad, when I eat, it's very bad
Did you have any plans? It goes out. My fans are sajko
We fly around the world, with a cheerful team we spread our wings
A good time is not a Rolex, and One'ka disgusts me
That's why I'm buying a Breitling< [Chorus ]
Through Saint-Tropez, Paris, Seychelles, Monaco, Milan, Nice
If life is a moment, check my balance
This moment will not pass with an empty wallet
Acoustic already it makes it louder
And the crowds are hungry for illusions, so you make an impression
And it's simple, you have a freestyle in the chorus
Only now do I feel like a rapper
[Verse 2]
The eye of the bull is pierced, so what's going on
Get the rappers by the tenner
We make six tenners a minute
It's it's great how Krzych and I are rocking the audience
Thickly booked instead of muddying up
We still plan to fly
Time for changes, intentions to act
Next year we will welcome the Yucatan
I'm screaming c:give me Louis, Fendi
KrzyczÄu0085c: give it to me baby
Give me Louis, Fendi
KrzyczÄu0085c: give it to me baby
How am I supposed to live with such a job?
Two years of traveling for a loser
Whatever you don't touch turns to gold, idiot
So what? Mi scusi, darling
I know what silver is, what does it tell me
Next to my people on the Varca d'oro trail
All inclusive, mattress, jacuzzi
They are not use like Spartacus to the Praetors
Through Amsterdam, Ajjacio, Rijeka
Tomorrow starts now, so I'm flying
Nothing eats me, I kill them with laughter
Since when I sent these jealous ones on a diet
We swim more often because it's easy to find an excuse
Holded hands because they look into our pockets
They are A sweet, nice life is the way of being
Take death for dessert
A lazy person like me can handle it
We happily post it on chill
For moments worth more than... the entire Louvre
[Chorus]

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