Centurion - Centurion
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Centurion
(Centurion, Centurion, Centurion, Centurion)
I am Centurion, this is my army,
Boys from the streets, what's fashionable and catchy.
Threw a hood, trowel-Bosco
Flew into the area, meet me Moscow.
And there’s a grin on his face, a cigarette in his teeth
Every single day in search of money,
Yo, I went out for a walk in my old sneakers
Bitches look braided,
Yes, the bitches are looking braided!

Hey...
Roll up your lip son of a bitch
Otherwise you will become a dish on a tray
You sniff the roads, use the wheels.
Obviously all your problems are right under your nose!
Why the hell are you looking at the braid?
Questions in your head?
What's wrong with this world?
Is there garbage around?
No, no wait... Slow down (Slow down)...
My boys are not trash
We just need money, we need money
Dirt under the nails, in the mud and sneakers
I'm not going to play boss with you!
Just...
There's a grin on his face, a cigarette in his teeth
Every single day in search of money.
Yo, I went out for a walk in my old sneakers
Bitches looking braid?
Yes, the bitches look braided.

I'm not singing about happiness
This track is not about love,
There's bad weather in my head
There's blood burning in my veins
I'm wandering around the area
Looking for a hangout
My skin is steel
Concrete body.
There's a slut on my pocket
A medal shines on his chest,
On the way to your dream
I'm driving into the distance, turning the pedal.
I'm full of ideas - a gloomy entertainer.
A dried up stream, a prisoner of its ideas
Without loud speeches, I'm a lead cartridge
If I hit the beat, I'll cause damage!
(Yov, who are you?)
I'm Centurion, Centurion, Centurion, Centurion.

I am Centurion, this is my army,
Boys from the streets, what's fashionable and catchy.
Threw a hood, trowel-Bosco
Flew into the area, meet me Moscow.
And there’s a grin on his face, a cigarette in his teeth
Every single day in search of money,
Yo, I went out for a walk in my old sneakers
Bitches look braided,
Yes, the bitches are looking braided!

My texts are like a quagmire
They'll drag you in
My life is a routine
My flow-firing.
Evil people in the corners
I'm shooting around
I'm burning for good
Don't I despair?Yes!
Until your eyes close
I'm making a beat
It attracts me so much
This gloomy street
There's a game on the streets.
I'm a bandit in it
Kalash at the ready
I'm shooting offhand!
I'm shooting offhand
I'm shooting around.
Evil people in the corners
Hide here and there bitches.
(Ratata ratata)
I'm a vandal on the beat
I won't let you down.
And believe my words.
This song will sound in unison
Question (Yov, who are you?)
I'm Centurion, Centurion, Centurion, Centurion...

I am Centurion, this is my army,
Boys from the streets, what's fashionable and catchy.
Threw a hood, trowel-Bosco
Flew into the area, meet me Moscow.
And there’s a grin on his face, a cigarette in his teeth
Every single day in search of money,
Yo, I went out for a walk in my old sneakers
Bitches look braided,
Yes, the bitches are looking braided!