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 |