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I swore that one day I'd be El Presidente
But that'd be hell, ask Louie Calieste
You don't get it, but that don't matter much to me
I don't get it until they give it to me free
That's right
Alright
I scream and holler 'bout wanting that million dollars
But make room, no way, charming on the corner
You don't get it, but that don't matter much to me
I don't get it until they give it to me free
That's right
Alright
I swore that one day I'd be El Presidente
But that'd be hell, ask Louie Calieste
You don't get it, but that don't matter much to me
I don't get it until they give it to me free
That's right
Alright
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