Bombs, bullets, machine guns
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The main thing will be the news again
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Noise, noise, drama, rage
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How many cars can't pass the highway
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The metropolis of tourism, the queen of the Mediterranean
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Women bathe outside for 150 days
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There is no place for a restaurant anywhere
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There is everything on all sides
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Testosterone builds up
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Tension in the air shit happens
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What exactly happened will be written by the daily press
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Don't worry baby, my eyes are blue
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The gun is loaded, bro, it stands to my side
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If I touched you, that's why my head would fall
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These would be scenes of horror and horror
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I shoot 5.6 bullets in the head and chest
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Fajront ahead of time, all the people fled
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Lights on all tenants awake
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They will look at the diary of a shooter in Budva
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Boka Kotorska, it's night, I'm going to Budva for pizza
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And after that, the plan is to go hunting
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If all goes well I might stay here
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We drink that beer if the waiter comes to us
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Bate, in Budva in the summer is my strongest show
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If I had known in time I would have reserved a table
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This is how I have to push myself like the last menthol
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Maybe I would have taken a bullet if I hadn't brought a gun
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This is how they can shoot, I'll return fire
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My gun is loaded if I have a fight
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The car is armored and reinforced at the bottom
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In case I park, someone drops a bomb on me
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But I don't move much, I sit in the car and sit down
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Third, fifth gear, the cops must not mite
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If I have to defend myself, there are always ways
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To shoot with a pistol and machine guns
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Bombs, bullets, machine guns
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The main thing will be the news again
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Noise, noise, drama, rage
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To cloud your consciousness
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It was an idyll without exciting madness
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Before, a villa was built every day without style
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Not Christian Dior but Fila wore it
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Now my favorite song is Džiboni - (ka) Libar
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Call of Duty live, it's Budva coexistence
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We bathe in armor and sunbathe
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(BANG) štaj I'm sorry, I shot you by accident
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From Bečići to the Old Town, we are fighting with our butts
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It is a culture of violence, a weapon of fascination
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A unique blend of Russians and the Wild West
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Transparent people behind tinted windows
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No pictures are collected, but shell casings from the parking lot
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Use a plastic gun to do the dragstor to do it
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You come back from the door because the cashier takes out the real thing
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The whole city comfortably fences us with a yellow ribbon
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Ko rani rani grabs two bullets
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Heckler, aunt. |
sometimes a rocket
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B 4, 2 and 3 commands on the Counter
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Fireworks every night, after every day |