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| Do the right thing and everything will be right
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| (How is it? I'm on the beat
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| How come? |
| Tra-ta-ta-ta)
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| Couplet: Jacques-Anthony
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| So slowly melts on the hips of a nymph
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| My breath, I go on principle (One more time)
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| I ask you not to call me Binsy
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| No feelings other than greed
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| No, it's not just me in this bitch
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| It flows like poison through the body
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| ?, but no underwear
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| She groans at the notes barely
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| In this sea of absurdity I am deep
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| I allowed myself to be considered a fool
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| So as not to think about this, then about that
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| I don't like alcohol, I drink milk
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| They so want to know who I am
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| I am a star, but you can reach with your hand
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| I was first with this one, then with that one
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| You need an answer, but there are zero questions
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| Transition:
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| By this bitch I mean
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| That I have a game (Yeah)
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| Model sums fall on the chest
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| She won't let go of me
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| I look somewhere inside myself (I)
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| And you look around
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| There are rumors, hundreds of hands
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| They call to the table for a feast in hell (I)
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| Chorus:
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| You-you-you-thousand subscribers (Again)
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| For the soul found food here |
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| For the soul found food here
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| Second Verse: Jacques-Anthony
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| See the essence, enter the deadline here at your leisure
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| Lesbians in the neighborhood threw on the wheel
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| Time goes to sleep, would return it back, time to blow up
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| Who does not want to know, he wants evil, this is my squad
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| Sorry to bother you, style icon is my status
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| Let them say I'm not the one to do other shit
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| As if the fans are evil, they don’t believe me new that
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| I searched and found my damn hearth
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| The fire of the show has not yet begun, but the game is running
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| Transition:
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| By this bitch I mean
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| That I have a game (Yeah)
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| Model sums fall on the chest
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| She won't let go of me
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| I look somewhere inside myself (I)
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| And you look around
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| There are rumors, hundreds of hands
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| They call to the table for a feast in hell (I)
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| Chorus:
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| Third Verse: Jacques-Anthony
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| Poverty has not gone anywhere, it is behind us
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| If something goes wrong, it will delay
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| You to where you once got out
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| They don't want to fire outside the square
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| Rising higher every day but ready to fall
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| Dug this hole, pour the foundation
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| I'm not that guy anymore, I have a set of rules
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| According to which the one who opens his mouth on the beat
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| Hits
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| , Gourmet fires at both
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| Crossbreed four does not happen in the area
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| We are always on the phone
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| My blacks did not throw, we would not have been shook from the block
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| Who is in the body
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| I don't even drink to those we bury
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| I blow up for Zhenya, I blow up for Lyova
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| They don't see us, but we still remember |
| Who here started talking about the new school?
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| It looks like you didn't understand
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| I'm not the one who let down my roots
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| It's all real, these snakes hiss all the time
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| But not when I'm around
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| Stopped pinching salt on my wounds
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| Chorus:
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Имею в виду , by - Жак Энтони. Song from the album Дориан Грей, Том 2: Дорога в Мачу-Пикчу, in the genre Русский рэп