кухня - одни
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Cold, cold, the very best
I'm a bit slow, constantly burned out
My hands are shaking, now everything's on the tiles
I love smoke and have been pampering myself for a long time
OG cuisine, I didn't take exams
There are no proper ones here
On camera, not in a cell
With warmed hands
Long roads
Small bills
Poor fantasies
Fake smiles
Villains like comics
And bitches are all for the street
I don't read comments
My face isn't bullied
(Ah-ah)
It won't work (Ah-ah)
I need you like water
Your eyes and your ass
Why is there only dirt here? They want high life
They want to float, nothing is possible
My brother grew flowers, I sold them
I sold them, heaven will forgive
Nobody wanted to live
And we just have a runway
You can pay, and don't wait
I've been gone for a long time
Lights, we're alone, and we're under them
Move your crotch forward a little
You've become somewhat of a gangster, but not like
Who would have healed
You didn't pump here, not like
I was here until night
In fact, many nights, and I didn't sleep
I'll take it for five
Among my soldiers, among the dealers
Smoked so much
(Ah-ah)
It won't work (Ah-ah)
I need you like water
Your eyes and your ass
Why is there only dirt here?
They want high life
They want to float, nothing is possible
My brother grew flowers, I sold them