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Medellin, Medellin
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Eu sei que é foda, vagabundo cava a própria cova
O fogo forja a faca do metal que mata a corja agora
Cata toda cota, ou se contenta com a sobra
Seu pescoço 'tá na corda enquanto o cobrador te aborda
Problemas são notório, defendo meu territó.
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