White wild rose, marvelous wild rose
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More beautiful than garden roses
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White branch, the young lover did not bring luxury
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White rosehip, red lemongrass
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He laughingly will give me
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Leaves fell on the windowsill, fell on the floor
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White as a wild rose, and every year it grows and pricks,
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And you fell here
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Watch how current runs through my veins
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Boy, come on, put me under the cue ball
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I'll be fast like Peregrine, strong like King Kong
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You will suck or we will blow you clean
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SEAD is the most, oh, your spiritual dignity
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You will soon destroy yourself
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While the sausage plays or I open in the woods
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Your new brain faces
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We will surely lose in the end
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But as long as we're alive, we'll fuck your rap on minus
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My status is high, but I still go crazy with basot
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And in taverns, and you and Timati were seen in Soho
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Fuck the streets, your whole bazaar is about high
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You took 3 grams in one sting and hid in a sneaker
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And if so, then you pour garbage
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These are the fraternal ones that will run through rap parties
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I know that your brother will sell you for a gram
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I know that your enemy is the one who tells the truth
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And it is not clear to the yards why all your stories are for them
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After all, you are not there
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I know your rap is hard work
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You yourself know your labor has now become a corpse
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'Cause you're playing the game
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Only lave rules your feelings like a prostitute
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While they consider me a commercial rapper
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We will spoil their idols without tormenting them with conscience
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Rich fuckers are ready to pay like for quality
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On pathos, everyone sniffles their nostrils
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This St. Petersburg passed like a Cuban
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Euro for 300, torn off almost with paws quickly
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That prime minister's friend took the most
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There are eight bitches in the corner with him, they light it, they sniff the flour
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But I fuck, he is powerful, Maga also gave up the fight
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Now he's all Gucci here
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Knead when he redeems that he was stabbed
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We are already in the area, he kneads like another
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So finally, he doesn't give a fuck who
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Dancing my yard, then cooler rhymes will draw you every second
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Who is dependent like a junkie, but free like a thief
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If something is wrong, then we will cover each other with a shoulder, and
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I know that your brother will sell you for a gram
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I know that your enemy is the one who tells the truth
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And it is not clear to the yards why all your stories are for them
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After all, you are not there
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I know your rap is hard work
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You yourself know your labor has now become a corpse
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'Cause you're playing the game
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Only lave rules your feelings like a prostitute |