You have never pumped, as it will pump right now
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This is Nigative and Jot Mike
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ha ha
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Come on, come on
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Come on, come on!
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Until the stars fade, we rush at all times
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The chorus is extremely simple, so repeat the words
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One, one-two, one, one-two
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one two
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One, one-two, one, one-two
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one two
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Hands up, in the air - head bobs
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The chorus is extremely simple, so repeat the words
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One, one-two, one, one-two
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one two
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One, one-two, one, one-two
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one two
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Alas, they don’t roll topics that we lay like nunchucks
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We are wonderful types, it's stupid not to notice this
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Cool, his mother!
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T-shirts made of platinum, and it seems like Mike Tyson himself is in the share, and pays us
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Simple math - boy, we are your mother and stepmother
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past metal detectors
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By the way, you can not look for us in the club
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For on weekdays we roughly chop into a tambourine and break it open, Vasya
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Stop, stop! |
We are rap fanatics
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When the lights go out in the houses, we write texts until the morning
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Since childhood, we read everywhere, all day on the stage in the entrance
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Even without money, there is a place together on Monday for the four of us
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Warmed up in daddy's rich armchair
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Our drug is a full hall, if empty - breaking
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The standard is the Americans, in the columns we throw a bomb like the White House in the membranes, or
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Until the stars fade, we rush at all times
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The chorus is extremely simple, so repeat the words
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One, one-two, one, one-two
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one two
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One, one-two, one, one-two
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one two
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Hands up, in the air - head bobs
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The chorus is extremely simple, so repeat the words
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One, one-two, one, one-two
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one two
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One, one-two, one, one-two
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one two
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Hi, I'm Nick, known to the media, don't you forgive
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there is a book, there is a name, there is a style
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I'm like a cheeky Flint - really, a vile type,
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And you, like a bland clitoris, are an uninteresting sight
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Now look - if I were what the fuck
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We would chop together merrily, believe me and for now, moderate your ardor
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And show-off, or rest in pis
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It's a natural disaster - run
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We stir right away for sure
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Wetting bananas in barrels
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Honed fucking handwriting in general terms, but firmly
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I'm a juicy bitochek, sharper than the darkness of the night
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You want to know who right now has more than plans in Poland
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Yes, you're right - the words are funny, you love simpler
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The thin line between color and gray has become thinner
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I won't strain anymore, you'll see for yourself
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The chorus is extremely simple - DJ, turn it up louder
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Until the stars fade, we rush at all times
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The chorus is extremely simple, so repeat the words
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One, one-two, one, one-two
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one two
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One, one-two, one, one-two
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one two
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Hands up, in the air - head bobs
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The chorus is extremely simple, so repeat the words
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One, one-two, one, one-two
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one two
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One, one-two, one, one-two
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one two
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Until the stars fade, we rush at all times
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The chorus is extremely simple, so repeat the words
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One, one-two, one, one-two
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one two
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One, one-two, one, one-two
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one two
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Hands up, in the air - head bobs
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The chorus is extremely simple, so repeat the words
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One, one-two, one, one-two
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one two
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One, one-two, one, one-two
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one two
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You took that shit out, didn't you?
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Did you remove the sound track?
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Ha ha bitch |