Call everyone who doesn't know
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Hands strictly on the pulse
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You know that we taste
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Making a sound and doing it with feeling
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And there are plenty of people like me
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Everyone takes his throne
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Time spares no one
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Nobody, nobody
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Everything I take I always share
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After all, this should be done by the king
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I don't want to see you, no, I don't want to
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All that is mine, I will definitely take
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The whole country knows my voice and more
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I'm twenty two, imagine what happens later
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I'm at a constant pace day and night
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You won't be able to do it at this pace.
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Tell me why do you need to lie?
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Every fake motherfucker ain't true
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You ain't got no proof like mmm
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Do you wanna show something new
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Tryna flex on crew like mmm?
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Oh you really wanna get it
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Be the best at money making?
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But you can't like mmm
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I just wanna make sure
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Like is it all what you can do?
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Yes it's true
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I'm just a sweet guy
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But everything is according to plan, I know
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We're not here for the paper, count
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Maybe you are fiery
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But you're already on fire
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Don't know what you need
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Just run
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I have already gone far from you, you catch up
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You're up to your ears in shit, and we're still fresh
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We will come to your house soon, just wait for me
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You want to take everything away, but we don't need anything
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I fly into the live screen
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You won't stop fucking wi-fi
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Bitch, take it, I don't need your hype
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It's a game, so throw me a strike
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Don't hint to us, this is our prime time
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We pile it up, we have our own drive here
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If you byte a lot, it's a mega-megabyte
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We can talk - this is also our land
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I'm only twenty while you're at the finish line
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we will only be at the start
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Just admit that your millions
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are now on my map
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Fuck your cars
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Bentley, Rolls Royce, Bugatti
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Though a hundred-meter yacht
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We will overtake everyone in a year without your handouts
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I know about
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What's in your playlist my muzlo
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While writing an album
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I will write a million
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You know I just warmed up
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It's too early for us to give up
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Just remember my name
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because the whole stadium will soon be shouting it
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There are no indispensable
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Nobody, nobody wastes time
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And we are on the first lines
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First, just in everything
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And we're ahead of time
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All your goals - rest against the telly
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All your money goes for the quarter
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You sing songs to these heifers
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And we divided them
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This is so, this is abdr
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My mood
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Charged, you have an idle
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And you can't stand this bullshit
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Damn, look how I can
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Rose on my face
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This means that all my homies
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Made in dirt
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And you can hear them everywhere
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I'll pile on a fucking barrel so that juice flows from a bitch
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You pretended to be fresh, but sand fell down
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Fuck it, fuck it, I don't know you, I don't know you
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I do not hear you, but I hear how my lads are laying
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I was born where you don't want to be
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The adopted son disappeared from you
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My brother is in a Camry, but we are like in a Ferrari
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And two friends from Uralsk, but we don't know their names
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Crowded halls everywhere, we are flying somewhere again
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And your small waist in the darkness of my bedroom
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Didn't want to, but accidentally fucked up
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Your Barbie dolls made in China
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I'm always positive, make it shine
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I love the whole thing, 'cause
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Every day like that
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Every day like that
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Every day like that
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Every day like that |