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playboi carti – «h00dbyair»

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all my b-tches had it local
[?] man, they calling me local
rich slime, yeah, you know i been global
i’m in a bed, n-gga takin’ photo
i got your b-tch, n-gga takin’ a photo
i got your b-tch and she came from cologne, yeah
i can’t f-ck with y’all lil’ n-ggas [?]
i’m in the club, i’m solo, two glocks, yeah, i ain’t on solo
d-mn, all-black glock, and you know that sh-t is lookin’ like lonely
p-ssy ass n-gga, i don’t even think that n-gga want smoke
if you see me [?], man i know you gon’ choke
i’m a cut throat, man i hang a n-gga, hang his head by a rope
i got [?] on my chain n-gga, i ain’t rocking no low
n-gga rg gang and i’m thuggin’ this sh-t like death row
yeah, i already know these n-ggas tryna—, all they copy my flow
d-mn, i don’t even freestyle, but she know how this sh-t go, yeah
i got n-ggas with them .30 on ’em like they came from the [?], yeah
all my shooters, they got red beams and you know they on go, yeah
p-ssy n-gga had a show n-gga then he pullin’ no show
d-mn, i’m in the back of his house n-gga, finna pull his door, yeah
i got the pipe in my pocket, n-gga and that sh-t on the floor, yeah
i don’t f-ck with these b-tches man, ’cause them hoes on the floor
hit his ass up n-gga, now his blood on the floor, yeah
rich slime and you know how that sh-t gon’ get
red tip, blue tips and the green tips
i’ma shot your sons, finished them, a missile b-tch
if i send his head, then you finna get the smith
rich slime, yeah, you know i’m on that global sh-t
all my n-ggas man, they takin’ off like a ship
yeah, all my n-ggas man, they stayin’ in the new sh-t
european wave and i got a foreign b-tch
rocket — «инкассатор»

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fresco выше, чем ты думал
i’m on some new sh-t
hop out in new sh-t, hop out the new whip
i don’t even know sh-t
i was locked up, and i ain’t learned sh-t
you already know that i’m still the same n-gga
you the type n-gga get [?]
you the type n-gga get locked up go muslim
i don’t even trust ’em, i don’t even trust ’em
talkin’ my b-tches i’m f-cking new level
red flag, yeah, you i’m stayin’ right pocket
all of my shooters, they too out of pocket
tough pass so that i don’t need no wallet
sh-t, my money so tall, can’t fit in the wallet
i’m on her [?] suck it
my choppa all-black man, you know that i got it
d-mn, my choppa is kickin’ that sh-t like karate
yeah, my life so cold, man i can’t trust n0body
n-gga, i want a bugatti
all i ever wanted was that glock-18
i don’t need switches
[?] trigger you know it’s gon’ hit
so many b-tches, you know, im gon’ flip
so many b-tches, you know, that gamed flipped
n-gga, i don’t even trip, i got hoes comin’ back around
all my n-ggas—, 50 round
hit that n-gga now he dead down
all of my diamonds shinin’ like they packin’ out

kizaru – «obuza»

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hawky, ha-ha-ha
spancy be making heats, on god
been have motion, you already know how it’s goin’
i got b-tch and it’s goin’ yeah
i got b-tch and it’s goin’, n-gga i been have a motion
n-gga you’re not important, all of my b-tches they foreign
i get that plain in the mornings, i send this sh-t in the shipping
i got that b-tch, ayy, ayy
.40 on me, ayy, you know it hit with precision
and that sh-t all in my pocket, you know that sh-t got me [?], yeah
opp pack, you know that sh-t really hittin’
d-mn, i’m on point south, yeah
yeah, you don’t stay in the trenches
you know i stay in the trenches
if you’re not a real shooter, you need to keep your distance, yeah
all my sticks they f-cking hittin’
all my b-tches f-cking tricking
i ain’t never spend no money on no f-cking b-tches
i got b-tches, they don’t do no missin’
i got shooters, they shoot with no missions, yeah
try to rob me, you gon’ fail that mission
n-gga you tryna rob me? n-gga that’s a suicidal mission
that’s a crash-out mission
ayy, i been goin’ real n-gga you know i got sticks
and you know i got fit, i don’t even gotta trip, yeah
you know i never trip, ayy
ayy, go to the next beats, yeah
all of my n-ggas got sticks
all of my n-ggas got sticks
all of my n-ggas got sticks

lildrughill – «bad romance»

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yeah, come another and you know i hit
i got lot of b-tches in berlin, they on my d-ck
ak-47 spit, yeah you know it hit
i got crazy n-ggas, yeah, you know they little crazy
i got shoo—, yeah, yeah, you know they little crazy
i got london n-ggas in this sh-t, they lunatic
i got third piece, yeah you know that’s on my wrist
i’ll never give your b-tch not a dollar, b-tch
i ain’t never trick, i’m a represent
5013, yeah, you know that they my team
hit his head wit the—, red beam
green beam, blue beam, it’s the same beam
and you know, im on the same block, the same team
i’m a money feind, so you know that i’m cash team
50 band, rg, pull up in the gle, with ya’ b-tch n-gga, yeah
n-gga, i’m a slime, a n-gga out the f-cking map
once a n-gga slime you in, it ain’t no coming back
and you know i’m 50’d up, you can see the flag
all my n-ggas piru, you can see the flag
yeah, pulling up and i’m layin’ dash
i was servin’ rock up in the stu’ like [?]
yeah, you know my—, what n-gga? i just pass
and you know i run that block up, i get it fast

i got pistols on me right now, n-gga
use a b-tch you need to pipe down, n-gga
or that sh-t gon’ be a man down, n-gga

lazer dim 700 – «laced max»

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real street n-gga, i don’t gotta say nun’
real street n-gga, i don’t gotta say nun’
i walk up in they spot and i say less
tough life, i don’t even f-ckin’ stress
diamonds on me, yeah, they stayin’ on my neck
real n-gga, that is not all my flash
mona lisa, yeah, you know it paint the best
all my shooters, yeah, they paintin’ up your chest
yeah, they gon’ f-ckin’ paint ya’ block
everyday i’m walkin’ with a different glock
yeah, i stay, yeah i got the h-lla cut
we all know you n-ggas this will never watch
a.k.a. ya’ n-ggas really snitchin’
if ya’ really snitchin’ better keep your distance
gang on the line and they stady blessin’
all my n-ggas yeah, they shootin’ with precision
all my n-ggas shootin’ with no f-ckin’ mission
’cause they some f-ckin’ half-faced too
n-gga, i’ma f-ck her general and loose screw
i don’t gotta prove, n-gga i’m a—, yeah
bad habit, i don’t follow no rules
all blues lookin’ like it’s blue’s clues
b-tch tryna say that i’m actin’ rude
i just say, “b-tch you got a attitude”

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