Russian boy
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Got the grime man theme
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badman ting
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Steady ride for my team
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Russian boy
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Got the grime man theme
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badman ting
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Steady ride for my team
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Russian boy
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Got the grime man theme
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badman ting
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Steady ride for my team
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Hungry for more "yes" schoolboy fucked up
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How did you let your mother go to a rave?
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BUT? |
How did you get here?
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Begging powder for the gang
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You are small so pleasant to the body
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Bitch rubs
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And like this: "Are there any more?"
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Zombie on the party, Lil Pump's eyes
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She's not enough grams, I'm her dad
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Grinding teeth, fucking, and you guys are not boxers
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But, na, bite - it's a cap
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Uncles with dogs immediately break, they could normally say: “This is what!”
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I'm watching and fucking like that... fuck, well, this is fucked up
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Russian boy is resting with a girl
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High female, hungry for fuck
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I'll dial the plug, so fast delivery
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Silently pick up - time to bounce, ooh
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This disco doesn't go away in the morning
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Don't be a strong girl, otherwise I'll blow your nose in the morning
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Russian boy
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Got the grime man theme
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badman ting
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Steady ride for my team
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Russian boy
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Got the grime man theme
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badman ting
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Steady ride for my team
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Russian boy
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Got the grime man theme
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badman ting
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Steady ride for my team
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Pokes his nose on a tray,
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But not coconut, but mephedrone and speed
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Hands are shaking, but not from anger
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She is sick next to her friend's hair
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Bitches like mice crowded around the mirror
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They hover in weightlessness near the column
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23 zips in my backpack are freezing
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I wanted to leave, but I don't know how
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This bitch brought me to the edge again
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I blew so hard that I let out a draft
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I don't know your name and I don't know mine
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I hooked them, I'm playing the game
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I smoked the fifth, I can hardly go
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I will forget them all at once in the morning,
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But we continue this foie gras
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File o' fish man
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Without a break from the tarim cops
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Four thousand
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When the minutes fly like Gagarin
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I am a politician beggar - Gandhi on the beginning
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I wouldn't give fifty kopecks for your liquid grime, but
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They say insults turn into a female,
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File o' fish man, uncle
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It used to be later, I walked like a lower dishman,
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But I was happy collecting cans of flow
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Tits under clothes, we were born without hope
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Jumpin' like a gecko - yes
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Types look like I'm with a perm
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As Cold Rollin said: "Words fucked up!"
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Throw everything on the table for us,
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Throw everything on the table for us
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Doesn't look like a Husky only with a turtleneck
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Wavey give 'em visuals like it's MDA
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Do you make yourself stand out from the crowd?
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She makes us all stand out
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I was washed ashore (hey)
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I was washed ashore, creatures |