| Moscow, St. Petersburg - hello, station
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| Where to get out - I don’t know myself
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| Everywhere there is a viewer, I'm not tired
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| They'll get me at the poles
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| Doter rapper, meme rapper
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| Bitch, I know, because what is their fetish
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| Yes, yes, they believe me, and in the past there are ashes,
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| But I created the best setting for myself
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| You immediately changed your shoes as soon as you got to know me personally
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| You're lucky, I don't know, because Al is the main offender here
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| I merge your success at once, even if Gucci Maine
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| And even if in socks and slates, I move the coolest
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| I'll rush to the house, you just need to say
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| My people, I see their eyes there
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| I bring them fresh air and dry land,
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| But they only need sweet marmalade
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| I don't fuck for hariboshki
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| I don't fuck for hariboshki
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| I don't fuck for hariboshki
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| I don't fuck for hariboshki
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| I have a hut worse than bando, I see only substances
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| Burn the joint and give me five, your appearance today is over a hundred
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| Yes, I know what's in the package, don't let it go, silly
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| Come, whisper in your ear: "Baby, I got the sweet bears!"
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| Why are you empty? |
| I have my bush
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| Give me what I need, but I won't smile
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| My vibe is not the same anymore, I'm sad - one ziplock and I forgot everything
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| Gods! |
| That's so bad luck! |
| Blow into the store and hook us with more than a dozen packs
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| I'll rush to the house, you just need to say
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| My people, I see their eyes there
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| I bring them fresh air and dry land,
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| But they only need sweet marmalade
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| I don't fuck for hariboshki
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| I don't fuck for hariboshki
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| I don't fuck for hariboshki
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| I don't fuck for hariboshki |