| What's up, bitter bitch?
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| Bitter coffee for me, coffee with milk for you
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| What's up, bitter bitch? |
| What's up, bitter bitch?
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| Bitter coffee for you, coffee with milk for you
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| What's up, bitter bitch?
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| He's crazy, like all of you
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| Paranoid and demented
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| How many events does it open up?
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| But how? |
| He blew his head and signed the digit (ditto)
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| He didn't even spend everything he got.
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| Know this and get out of the way
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| Twice two comes back, in two tries
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| Sansi Salvo rhyme is at the top level in Turkish Rap
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| Full ego, criticize twice Keko
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| Full homo plane and coco
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| What about mococo? |
| He mokoko. |
| Send demo
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| Himalayan for some
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| The two sides could not come together
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| It comes together, it enters every
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| That's how it is, listen to the union carefully
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| If you want remorse, watch Africa carefully.
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| Morning coffee with milk is already bitter bitch
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| Everybody's after everything
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| Do you need a job like this?
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| Fifty fags twist my words
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| listen to my old albums
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| If you want what I've been through, watch my words
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| If you're waiting for what I'm about to build, wait with anticipation
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| If you want diplomacy, the prime team is in reserve
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| If you like demagogy, I think you should lock your mouth
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| (Fine always details first, years ago
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| After all, his destiny doesn't change when he goes back')
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| Many of you are in the grave when you leave
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| People who could not reach their goal, after all.
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| Even humor is dark humor, cruel humor
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| The pathetic state of the hungry is designed for Turkey
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| Where are we at? |
| Do we have a name? |
| There is!
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| Who are we?! |
| And let's not go down the debt!
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| Endless winter, clear applause
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| He broke off, his consciousness was always closed, he always lied
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| The one who left it empty has opened a job, people are also right
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| Different with the expression of the disaster that started
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| Same as insult, very justified
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| And the bad guys always win
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| Those who did not take pleasure from it were based on the underground
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| The one who didn't win left, the winner got burned
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| Burn in every sense comb your head first
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| Then with this, with scrutinizing curiosity
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| Istanbul is a mountain corpse, dance with me
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| Observe tons of army spent with your binoculars
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| Take a look around, ask for what's near
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| Of course, the only thought on the walls is hatred.
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| imprison with your lyrics
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| Leave on your initiative |