| We go hard in the south and we know it (Bitch!)
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| Sitting ass in a pub, bitch, we going (Yeah, we...)
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| In the streets smashing heads with them bottles (Grr)
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| We don't got fucking feds, step on throttles
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| That's the way that we getting over sadness
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| One day turn in a motherfucking madness
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| That’s the way that we getting over breakups (Punks)
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| One day choke on a vomit from the hiccups
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| You got me wrong, I'm not the one that you wanna see when you up at night
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| Unleashing the venom, I'ma get you when you in my sight
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| Turning my bats in 'em fuckin flying rats, they could fucking bite
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| Teeth full of parasitе, teeth full of parasite
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| I'm that stoner doom lover, bad blokе tripping
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| Bitch, I know I'll soon hover, float, won't strap in
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| In my wizard hat, 'bout to fuck a witch, busting
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| Why my music mad? |
| Bitch, I ain't no fucking Justin
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| Lucid dreams where I'm fuckin Vickie Smith, and she swallowing
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| Fill her mouth with my motherfucking dick, tits, they wiggling
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| She, my princess, she, that one that I would pick out of million
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| I'm her prince, and my chance is fucking big, 'cause I'm brilliant
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| I'm that slavic motherfucker, drinking vodka, juice (Yeah, bitch)
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| I'ma squash you like a ciggie with my dirty shoes
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| Drinking habbit, something I would never ever lose (Know it, ayy)
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| Bitch, you lost like Nemo, I'm a beast like Bruce
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| I'm a slavic trapper, fucking bass slapper
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| Beat's a meat, I'm the sauce, yeah, salt and pepper
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| I'm a slavic trapper, fucking bass slapper
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| Beat's a meat, I'm the sauce, yeah
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| We go hard in the south and we know it (What?!)
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| Sitting ass in a pub, bitch, we going (Bitch!)
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| In the streets smashing heads with them bottles (Grr!)
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| We don't got fucking feds, step on throttles
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| We go hard, we go hard, we go hard (Bitch!)
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| We go hard, we go hard, we go hard (What?!)
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| We go hard, we go hard, we go hard (Bitch!)
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| We go hard in the south and we know it |