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Money Money Y'all It be the root of all evil.
A man tells his story it's not a typical song, just a text with music, unrhymed , the text is very ironic, however he is not happy : the plot: he found himself in a different city, got drunk and met a girl and so on.
Love me, love me like that Poco poco, muy, muy lento Zeen! Yo, word to my mama.
I want papers in hand.
Like Bill Shakespeare, the fakes will disappear.