gang engine feat. IW - Тусовка
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We’re throwing a party (we’re partying hard—you couldn’t party like this)
Everyone’s wasted (everyone’s wasted, wasted, wasted)
We’re trapping (we’re trapping, we’re trapping, we’re trapping)
Get lost (get the fuck out of here)
We’re throwing a party (we’re partying hard—you couldn’t party like this)
Everyone’s wasted (everyone’s wasted, wasted, wasted)
We’re trapping (we’re trapping, we’re trapping, we’re trapping)
Get lost (get the fuck out of here)
We’re throwing a hell of a party—but nah, you’re not with us
How do you fight against the flashing police lights?
We’ve got booze, and pills, and plenty of gas
Kid, you’re not with us—you’re a pest
You’re not with us, you’re a pest; we’re burning through life at these parties
I snuck some shit into the party hidden in my sneakers
By the way, I’ve worn these kicks out walking through the whole damn block
I’ll hustle you on a feature track, just like Loco OG Rocka
We’re throwing a party (we’re partying hard—you couldn’t party like this)
Everyone’s wasted (everyone’s wasted, wasted, wasted)
We’re trapping (we’re trapping, we’re trapping, we’re trapping)
Get lost (get the fuck out of here)
We’re trapping and dabbing—John Garik, Gang Engine
Hanging with thieves and vagabonds, with two broads right beside us
We’re scoring exactly how we should; we inhale—yeah, we’ve got the hookup
I’m barred out, I’m at the bar; you’re a serf, and I’m the lord
We’re about to throw a party right now—I’ve got grain stocked in my barn
I’ve got weed in my bag, and gasoline in my cup
I need big money; I’ve got big plans
I’m smoking marijuana 24/7—I’m ballin’
The Russian NBA—just like Timofey Brains
That’s your bitch—I’m with her, and she’s got no brains
A Russian composer in the trap, just like Konstantin Myaskov
We got Molly and Percocet—it’s like we hit play on "Mask Off"
And I’m high on Russian lean again
Beer with tramadol, or maybe Zolpidem—washed down with beer, too
This rapper’s biting Carti—maybe he’s a faggot
KUDOKUSHI’s right here beside me, and he’s a nigga, too
Baby, baby, baby—put my dick right in your mouth
Young John Garik—so pretty, he looks just like Bieber, oh
A thinker like Diderot—come sit right on my dildo
I’ll get inside you like IVF—bitch, I’m fast as nitro
We’re throwing a party (it’s insane)
They’ve dubbed us the "Savages" here
While we’re puffing on this filth,
You’re just scraping up the scraps
We’re throwing a party (you look pale)
We’re blowing all our cash in the wind
It’s like a crew of Somali pirates in here
So many tigers—it’s like Bangladesh
Hey, mamacita—unzip my fly
I’ve got dinner prepared for you
I figure, just for tonight,
You could be my destined bride
Instead of a meal—just some bubbly
We’ve got a whole arsenal of toys
And whenever we’re mixing something in a cup,
I always ask for it extra thick