Смоки Мо, ATL - ШИЛО
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Firstly, I still have income, but sometimes I don’t get paid once a month (yeah)
In general, there are people in my circle, as a rule, who understand this better
The one on the right takes, but the one on the left pays again
Previously from afar, now everything is close and by the way
Those who survived appreciate it more and know a lot about luck (facts)
I started this business at school
Tacchini sweatshirt, Maison Margiela sneakers
Acrid smoke hurts the eyes like Krovostok and in headphones - Shilo
Second night without sleep, we're like machines, oh yeah
The industry lies, but we're still alive, oh yeah
White skin, I hide it under cashmere
Black Comme des Garcons, plug swears – Killa staff
Collecting portrait painters, all the portraits of the Benjamins
The boy is silent - either a grave or be a grave
Firstly, I still have income, but sometimes I don’t get paid once a month (yeah)
In general, there are people in my circle, as a rule, who understand this better
You can smell the gray, you can smell the gray
How I opened the spatula and from there it drags sulfur
I checked all the watermarks of the beast against the light
You smell gray that everything will end badly
You can smell the gray, you can smell the gray
How I opened the spatula and from there it drags sulfur
I checked all the watermarks of the beast against the light
You smell gray that everything will end badly
They were considered dead fingers, perished for no reason
They told me money doesn't smell, I smelled the spirit of carrion
I stain banknotes with my hand, I can’t wipe off the rubbish
I'm not complaining, everything is fine
If the filks are light, they were filtered through the lungs
Let the bipeds rock, my rhymes are pathetic
I'm still in awe of this fact.
I’m still in the thick of this fact
On the sour dance floor I set your bones
I'm driving through the snow of my homeland like Dr. Garin
I sacrificed these verses to the god of luck
I brought the verses and the harvest will begin from here
Plastic cards, with anger like a synthetic dirty trick
We were divided into before and after, after which we were taken away to twisted Khabarovsk
Behind the wall of choice warfare, behind the soul there is a huge stone
I'll change it to cache, you need it, I don't understand
I don't understand, I don't understand anything anymore
I don't understand
You can smell the gray, you can smell the gray
I opened the shovel and from there it drags sulfur
You can smell the gray, you can smell the gray
I opened the shovel and from there it drags sulfur
We gave the singles for bitcoins, okay
You're going home, you're paranoid (paranoid), there's the door
A brick falls on my hand, but it doesn’t hurt me, pay day
I loaded the bazooka to pick up more people
You're funny to me, you're a pale punk, you're just playing OG
She is trembling all over from the question: who is daddy here, tell me?
Three stripes right off the bat, no, I'm talking about Original Adidas
We grabbed a couple of Rolls, they were washed by a scorched Chivas
Rhymes can beat, I'm young Xiao Long
Everyone in the room is a shaman, it's a pity it's not Cancun, hey
You paint your nails, I'm not with that
I touch their muzzle, you can consider it petting
Style is hot, she is ready to undress
Money doesn't rule the world, because money has owners
Remember!
Firstly, I still have income, but sometimes I don’t get paid once a month (yeah)
In general, there are people around me, as a rule, who understand this better