DJ Kridlokk hynt rahat ruplat tuuttimrk mutsin luvalla

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Roll, roll, shiet... on the street
Everyday life without money weighs on your head, where you waste
If I were a money man, I wouldn't be a brokeass bitch
But when I am, I have to throwing chattels into exchange
Roll, roll, shiet... on the street
Everyday life without money weighs on your head, where you spend
If I were a money man, I wouldn't be a brokeass bitch
But when I'm here, I have to throw the movables in exchange
Massit fucking went, mayne, Kemmuru says it
There's no light at the end of the tunnel, there's nothing you can do falling apart
What comes, goes, no weekly allowance
Fuck this world, borrow and don't give back
Credit cards there, credit information there, mayne
A lesson to the nose I smelled a fucking six euro pension
I never saw a fucking wolf's bill
Except for Monopoly when I was maybe seven
But the numerophobic young Kridlokk still invested
There were only a handful of credit cards left in the hand so the country was fucked up
It was supposed to come back for a million, but the seller withdrew
Spede let him vomit on the grand piano if he ever goes
Simply natural need made the most criminal black
When every master's rule does not coin, no urinate
Nothing else left until the persaukine tomorrow
And the nature of the best-before date passed
Roll, roll, shiet.. . on the street
The everyday life of a person without money weighs on your head, what do you spend
If I were a money man, I wouldn't be a brokeass bitch
But when I am, I have to throw away my chattels< br/>Roll, roll, shiet... on the street
Everyday life without money weighs on your head, where you spend
If I were a money man, I wouldn't be a brokeass bitch
But when I am, I have to He's throwing his chattels in exchange
It's appropriate for a spendthrift boy to squander until his father sees him
The harmonica hardly shuts up after only a few dollars
In the year two thousand kasi kasi count freely ¶flowers for one grave
Tuuttimörkö buys Versace socks with a wrong ton
The best thing is to collect cent by cent one by one
The rent is to a foreign creditor, cashmir- socks for you
The whole family as guests at the launch of the Tuuttipaati
Pannahin, custom-made suit
It's always been great, even though it's been a while here
And Tuuttis knows I don't sit on chairs and tables, but not on a coffin
Swallow's nest and cola and soup and credit card left
Wretches are fine This, it doesn't help when you're doing well
Caviar, diamond, debt settlement
Champagne, oysters, rabbit hugs
To has a car and a house and a child, while she has a different Kela
Would you like to take these ivory leaves to the yard
Roll, roll, shiet... on the street
Everyday life without money weighs on your head, where you waste
If I were a money man, I wouldn't be a brokeass bitch
But when I am, I have to throw away my chattels
Roll, roll, shiet... on the street
Everyday life without money weighs on the head where are you wasting
If I were a money man, I wouldn't be a brokeass bitch
But when I am, I have to throw my chattels in exchange

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