AC-REJE

Bullets for their legs
I have them dancing

AC-REJE, AC-REJE
AC-REJE, AC-REJE
AC-REJE, AC-REJE

The van is sweet
Smoking red velvet
The tra renoe
The bullet from the 9
If they rise

For the head
For the head
For the head

All my expensive clothes
Designers here, there's nothing cheap
We go out with masks
To blow them up from the fifth, they know I'm the one
My Australian Glock
And I don't count sheep, but all day I count wool

Hey
Not an everyday life
Blind, deaf, and dumb, there are no frogs here
Anti snitch
You know I never sleep, I'm always

Watching the enemy
The street is small
Don't lie to me
Because they already told me everything about you
As soon as this stick ends
We're going to party
I'm with the kickz

The bitch like a record store
Every day they fight for me
Bullets for their legs
I have them dancing

AC-REJE, AC-REJE
AC-REJE, AC-REJE
AC-REJE, AC-REJE
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