We drive slowly, but at the same time we press like a skating rink
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Punches full store, I'm ready for madness
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In a black jeep around Moscow, money is pouring into Sberbank
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Questioning our clique, how dare you, you son of a bitch?
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I listen to the voice of conscience, fuck the noise of the herd
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Brothers, when necessary - always with me here by my side
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How many messes were there, how many things I saw
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But I prefer profit here only in its raw form
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Respect is where stable quotes are
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I, by his actions, have achieved here not from timid
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You can't fool the street, this is not the Internet
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The sound of sirens and the barking of dogs set the rhythm for me
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The flashing beacon is lost in the yards
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We were glad to communicate, brothers, but it's time for us
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Practicing hypnosis to the sound of a banknote counter
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Time is our main asset, because this is what is full
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Your eyelids get heavy, you sink into a trance
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And from now on you don't quote anyone but us
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Once - and you add it to the playlist
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Two - and all your stars are falling down
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Your eyelids get heavy, you sink into a trance
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And from now on you don't quote anyone but us
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Once - and you add it to the playlist
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Two - and all your stars are falling down
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You're an MC on weekends, starch your collar on weekdays
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After a dis from me, you will come up with a new nickname
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Like, whining on twitter is battlerap for you
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Anton Zabe will send a fuck about your future victories
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To set the tuning fork in your nostrils in the right way
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Your woman was fucked by my buddy for a box of "Comme il faut"
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And it's not comme il faut, you paid her a taxi to him
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(Righty) Not Joniboy though
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How is he there? |
Hey Den, write down sixteen on the fit
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This forest brother opened his mouth and expects cum
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Licked my "Doctor Martins" suddenly Nikita Jubilee
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Wait, that's not all, more Slavina "Patrols"
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Russia is a harsh land, the question is how did you even live
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Here you can simply become sliced for sashimi
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And this is not a question, there is a demand for everything, even for your nose, Jub
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My music is hypnosis
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Your eyelids get heavy, you sink into a trance
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And from now on you don't quote anyone but us
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Once - and you add it to the playlist
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Two - and all your stars are falling down
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Your eyelids get heavy, you sink into a trance
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And from now on you don't quote anyone but us
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Once - and you add it to the playlist
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Two - and all your stars are falling down
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Let's go
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curly sound
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All the money on the table
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Let's go
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curly sound
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All the money on the table |