| Introduction:
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| It's swinging, it's swinging
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| Don't fall boy, hold on to her ass
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| Yani!
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| Chorus:
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| On the chest, on the wrist, on the chest, on the wrist
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| On the chest, on the wrist, on the chest, on the wrist
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| Here and there - my tsatski, this chain is a piece of bucks
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| I glow like a lamp, the sauce flows right on the floor
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| On the chest, on the wrist, on the chest, on the wrist
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| On the chest, on the wrist, on the chest, on the wrist
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| Here and there - my tsatski, this chain is a piece of bucks
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| I glow like a lamp, the sauce flows right on the floor
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| Sober or drunk, I always market the truth (what?)
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| Legs like a wheel - I won’t put a stick in her wheels (what?)
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| Clean floor at home, because your man is a rag (what?)
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| Fuck your hit - of course, if you're not the author
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| Easier, bro, no need to wrinkle your forehead
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| You forgot that you are a yard dog, not a pug breed
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| I buy a chain for the New Year under my Christmas tree in the house
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| Santa is like, “Hey, what do you want? |
| You have everything"
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| Dangerous weight on my chest, motherfucker, fumbling, no?
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| It's scary to walk on the block like that, because it's Rashka, man
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| My G's are ready to fight here fucking every day
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| If suddenly you say something to me - and what will you say to me?
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| Chorus:
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| On the chest, on the wrist, on the chest, on the wrist
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| On the chest, on the wrist, on the chest, on the wrist
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| Here and there - my tsatski, this chain is a piece of bucks
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| I glow like a lamp, the sauce flows right on the floor
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| On the chest, on the wrist, on the chest, on the wrist
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| On the chest, on the wrist, on the chest, on the wrist
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| Here and there - my tsatski, this chain is a piece of bucks
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| I glow like a lamp, the sauce flows right on the floor
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| Gold on my neck, but Midas didn't touch me (what?)
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| I got a swag, that's what Rita Ora said (what?)
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| From my "cauldrons" you can cook dinner for a company (what?)
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| I give them meat, they all give them tofu
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| You took a stock bitch - made her ass, made her lips,
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| But tell me, how could you think of leaving us alone in a club?
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| I rap - he drives into a trance, I give them jazz
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| You relaxed - I’ll kick their ass, you’ll fuck like
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| So shove the game on the cheek that you can not see her cheekbones
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| Bitch, fuck your trunk, because my skin has a truck
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| Boy, I'll show off until I feel sick!
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| Am I just sweating for five years? |
| What the hell were you thinking?!
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| Chorus:
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| On the chest, on the wrist, on the chest, on the wrist
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| On the chest, on the wrist, on the chest, on the wrist
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| Here and there - my tsatski, this chain is a piece of bucks
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| I glow like a lamp, the sauce flows right on the floor
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| On the chest, on the wrist, on the chest, on the wrist
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| On the chest, on the wrist, on the chest, on the wrist
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| Here and there - my tsatski, this chain is a piece of bucks
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| I glow like a lamp, the sauce flows right on the floor |