The sun shines so bright, but not for everyone
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Someone occupied the office, and someone sat down
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Someone earned it, someone ate it
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Russian business in nominal lawlessness
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Criminal moments, work for barter
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You are sitting on the ground, tomorrow you will lie on the ground
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Like on carousels in fierce foreign cars
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Boys in business, boys in cash
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We need tickets, bank of Russia tickets
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If you live in a fucking style
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This logic is concrete, and it was poured with concrete
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Crowds of left-wing fuckers who were always treating something
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Shut up, do you hear?
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It is very important to remember one
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Dawn comes after sunset
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And then everything will be fine
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or not
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On an AMG body kit, it's easier to ride, I've seen those proofs
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Bitches love cash and clubs
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Bitches instantly lose their conscience modesty devotion and measure
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For example, if you are in the club of young millionaires
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Redeem bro, that's such a life bro
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See it's all mine bro moneymaker style bro
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Purely mechanical, on autopilot
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In a vigorous apparatus, we are at work
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Every day it's a new round, everyone who hasn't seen the underground
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He thinks that business is wow, but in fact business is ground and pound
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Boys bears ahead, make lava and drag into the house
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So that everyone who watched later called the lair the palace of you well done, a good father
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They decide mani, on the streets of the city there is a safari
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In Moscow, on a snow-white jaguar, the brother on the right is chilling, the brother on the left is bringing down
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Nobody knows what will happen tomorrow, bro, so we drown on everything
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After all, the sun does not shine for everyone
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It is very important to remember one
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Dawn comes after sunset
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And then everything will be fine
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or not |