Ленинград, Зоя - Королева рынка
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I fly like a dragonfly
Circling like an ant
For loved ones, Aunt Zoya
For distant ones, a mistress
I'm on a heavy easy
I don't need marketing
A mother in show business
Will cook a hearty dinner
Without fuss and rush
I treated the doctor
Beats like dumplings
I'll write rhymes
Don't be sad, listen, son
Go with your mom to the left
A jug of cream for your belly
I'm the Queen of the market
Queen of the market (Queen of the market, queen of the market)
Queen of the market (Queen of the market, queen of the market)
As the opera singer told me
Both my ass and my soul
I've sung enough operas in my life
Now a hip-hop girl
I bake these punch lines of yours
Like I bake donuts
I'll serve mashed potatoes with a cutlet
To anyone To the asshole
I'll grab the fan by the groin
Forward, not backwards
I can even without swearing
I'll sit you down
Don't be sad, you hear me, son
Go with your mom to the left
A jug of cream on your belly
I'm the Queen of the market
Queen of the market (Queen of the market, queen of the market)
Queen of the market (Queen of the market, queen of the market)
I'm in the wilds, telegram
On the creative path
Your mom showed up
To do a collab
I wanted to sing with Shaman
Or at least with Basta
Shaman is out of my price range
And Basta has big lips too
They get these money
Antics, jumps, and jerks
Why should I sing with them?
Ordinary drug dealers
Don't be sad, you hear me, son
Go with Mommy to the left
A jug of cream on the tummy
I'm the Queen of the Market
Market Queen (Market Queen, Market Queen)
Market Queen (Market Queen, Market Queen)
Market Queen (Market Queen, Market Queen)
Market Queen (Market Queen, Market Queen)