Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Original , by - MLK+. Release date: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Russian language
Original(original) |
| Кинул суку за забор |
| Я её больше не знаю |
| Не взирал на светофор |
| По магистрали шальной летел |
| Поднял толпы по снотворным |
| Ныне они сами скорости |
| Брал успехи махом — Марадонны |
| Руки — точно божеская повесть |
| На, попали-ка феномен |
| На, попали-ка феномен |
| Я рождаю стих, и он пронзает лихо |
| Знаешь, скальпель, анатомия |
| Замечательно я помню |
| Запрещали, я наполнил |
| Укачало, я на пол лью |
| Отвечаю: «I don’t know you» |
| Я хотел thick ass bitch, на паркете нал |
| Капали в бокале, bitch, я оригинал |
| Мы зависали в подвале |
| Мы собой сами довольны |
| В бокале lil bitch, я оригинал (Эй-а) |
| Пока пил drink, она делала make up, |
| А мы по дэхе навалим |
| Палит издалека Drake’у |
| В моём стакане круги |
| Она так хочет любви |
| Пудра на поло Y-3 |
| Деньги на сумке Louis |
| Это был ёбаный лин |
| Дым приземляет с ноги |
| Всё, что я бросил, увы |
| Ты не смогла подойти |
| Утро наступит в окно |
| Сядет на моё лицо |
| Я разбудил в тебе всё |
| Что забирал себе сон |
| Я зарабатываю кэш |
| Всё, что ты делаешь — ешь |
| Хули ты просто грустишь? |
| Это, походу, рубеж |
| Детке дал я ганжу |
| Она раскидала без чувств |
| Я забыл до дома маршрут, |
| Но я цвету, как взорванный куст |
| Это всё слухи, что мы гудели в тех краях |
| Танцуй от скуки, сука |
| Трясись от счастья, йа |
| Расту, не старею |
| И когда пишу молодею |
| Варю и шепчу как на деле |
| Мы в себе уверены |
| Я не пускаю сомнения в голову, что бы не делаю |
| Столько тут времени, во мне ребёнок и гений |
| Я ткань из кусков и явлений |
| Ты же весь сладкий, как будто измазан вареньем |
| Ты просто вареник |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, run up the grip |
| Fuck a lil' baby and gun on her lip |
| Yeah, don’t know my clique |
| That Moloko baby don’t come from the tits |
| Yeah, ooh, rumbling zoo |
| The shit that I got I own that to my crew |
| Gon' trip if a fuck boy gon' step in my shoes |
| Still steady be reppin' my troops |
| Mix molly with the yak in the trap |
| My lolli don’t lack from the back |
| Crack is what you be hearing on tracks |
| Sack fat as a Sapp (Warren) |
| Young gunna is soaring as Jordan |
| On mornings I snort and I’m eagerly pouring |
| Young Wavy like Freddy, he literally rollin' |
| Laitovyi gon' dip in a foreign |
| The newer the better the redder the suka the wetter her kuda |
| The sooner I aim the Beretta and shoot 'em the better my mood is |
| Duh, twenty-four-seven mind on my cheddar I’m fed up with all of you losers |
| They tryna grind on my level but never gon' ever reach where be my tool, bitch |
| Новый понедельник на схемах |
| Вера в меру, больше дела, йа |
| Годы промелькали по сменам, вчера ни слова о рэпе |
| Сегодня baby с Окси, завтра тянет к Вэйви |
| Всё настолько просто, что без объяснений скользкую за дверь |
| Не разделяю время — пусть все эфемерно |
| Невозможно верить им, йа |
| Пока ты ждал момент, где бы поднять монет, настал день |
| Злой дядя за займом, как бандит (не замараюсь) |
| Судьбы впереди, сам опередил |
| Давай выходи, но не через дверь, йа (йа-йа) |
| Бэйби, бой, надо терпеть, йа (ага) |
| Что это за поведения? |
| (йа) |
| Мама, я делаю деньги (йа) |
| Moloko Badman Gang (йа-а) |
| Не в голде на шее дело |
| Вид из окна гения |
| На грязь или вдаль |
| Тормоз, прими газ |
| Занесёт до выступления |
| (translation) |
| Threw the bitch over the fence |
| I don't know her anymore |
| Didn't look at the traffic light |
| I flew along the crazy highway |
| Raised the crowd on sleeping pills |
| Now they are speed themselves |
| Took success in one fell swoop - Maradona |
| Hands - like a divine story |
| Come on, hit the phenomenon |
| Come on, hit the phenomenon |
| I give birth to a verse, and it pierces famously |
| You know, scalpel, anatomy |
| Great, I remember |
| Forbidden, I filled |
| Seasick, I'm pouring on the floor |
| I answer: "I don't know you" |
| I wanted thick ass bitch, on the parquet floor |
| Dripped in a glass, bitch, I'm the original |
| We hung out in the basement |
| We are satisfied with ourselves |
| In a glass of lil bitch, I'm original (Ayy) |
| While drinking drink, she did make up, |
| And we will pile on dehe |
| Scorching from afar to Drake |
| There are circles in my glass |
| She wants love so much |
| Polo Powder Y-3 |
| Money on a Louis bag |
| It was a fucking lin |
| Smoke lands from the foot |
| Everything that I threw away, alas |
| You couldn't come |
| Morning comes through the window |
| Sits on my face |
| I woke up everything in you |
| What took a dream |
| I earn cash |
| All you do is eat |
| Fuck are you just sad? |
| This is the frontier |
| I gave the baby a ganja |
| She scattered without feelings |
| I forgot the route to the house, |
| But I bloom like an exploded bush |
| These are all rumors that we were buzzing in those parts |
| Dance out of boredom, bitch |
| Shake with happiness, ya |
| I'm growing, I'm not getting old |
| And when I write when I'm young |
| I cook and whisper how it really is |
| We are sure of ourselves |
| I don't let doubts in my head, no matter what I do |
| So much time here, I have a child and a genius |
| I am a fabric of pieces and phenomena |
| You are all sweet, as if smeared with jam |
| You are just a dumpling |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, run up the grip |
| Fuck a lil' baby and gun on her lip |
| Yeah, don't know my clique |
| That Moloko baby don't come from the tits |
| Yeah, ooh, rumbling zoo |
| The shit that I got I own that to my crew |
| Gon' trip if a fuck boy gon' step in my shoes |
| Still steady be reppin' my troops |
| Mix molly with the yak in the trap |
| My lolli don't lack from the back |
| Crack is what you're hearing on tracks |
| Sack fat as a Sapp (Warren) |
| Young gunna is soaring as Jordan |
| On mornings I snort and I'm eagerly pouring |
| Young Wavy like Freddy, he literally rollin' |
| Laitovyi gon' dip in a foreign |
| The newer the better the redder the suka the wetter her kuda |
| The sooner I aim the Beretta and shoot 'em the better my mood is |
| Duh, twenty-four-seven mind on my cheddar I'm fed up with all of you losers |
| They tryna grind on my level but never gon' ever reach where be my tool, bitch |
| New Monday on the schemes |
| Faith in moderation, more business, ya |
| Years flashed through the shifts, yesterday not a word about rap |
| Today baby is with Oxy, tomorrow she is drawn to Wavey |
| Everything is so simple that without explanation slippery through the door |
| I do not share time - let everything be ephemeral |
| Can't believe them, ya |
| While you were waiting for the moment where to raise the coins, the day came |
| Angry uncle for a loan, like a bandit (I don't get dirty) |
| Fate ahead, ahead of itself |
| Let's go out, but not through the door, ya (ya-ya) |
| Baby, fight, you have to endure, ya (yeah) |
| What are these behaviors? |
| (ya) |
| Mom, I'm making money (ya) |
| Moloko Badman Gang (ya-a) |
| It's not about gold on the neck |
| View from the window of a genius |
| To the dirt or away |
| Brake, take the gas |
| Will bring before the performance |