Phivy - MA MOSCOW
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M4orty with an O I keep telling em

Elite go mix dat ting, brr

Mm, Vasya, what kind of device is this?

Papi de galletas en la casa

Ha-ha, El Phivy

Moscow, Moscow, Moscow, Moscow, Moscow

Moscow, Moscow, Moscow, Moscow, Moscow, Moscow


Moscow is a city that showed me many roads

You set your own ceiling

Skin color, religion, race are not important

The only point is, pays off hard work (Yeee)

Faith and loyalty to your business (Way)

We are antisocial bodies

They didn't want to hang out with us

And the sight of garbage made me sweat

There's nothing to eat, I'll sort it out

It is you who are rotting, not Rus' (Russia)

Movement is life, all I hear is whoosh (Thing)

Black tears and it's not mascara

My boys ain't pushin P

They've been pushing Phivy (Gang) for a long time

So with them, look

So many years, but we are faithful (faam)

One for all and all for one

While you're reading about the loot

Empty market, price - nothing (cap-cap-cap)

You only have “alo, alo”

My mother's main grief

That I left university early (Alas)

Give me time, you'll see for yourself (truss me)

We are building a soprano clan with the boys (Squaa)

We resolve every conflict

Their films are short, I only see the credits

Ice blocks fly from the heart

Later, warm grams or liters

Bitches have only grievances all around

Flowers of life, and we are nits

Let's moonwalk from here, beat it

I've already seen these tears (A looot)


Ma-ma-ma-ma Moscow (Moscow)

Every fam has been on my radar for a long time (Gang)

Moscow, Moscow, Moscow

Simba is in the jungle, it's dangerous here

Dry lips, Rasta life

Southern District is my kingdom

Sensei of the game seems to be a caste

Moscow, Moscow, Moscow

Exit to Vykhino, do you hear, uncle (Ayo)

I puff the gas that they like to squeeze

If there is a button, you need to press it

With garbage - I'm Forrest, I know my plan

Run, run, run, run, run

Revs like a Huracan

Did you see the trunk?

Hooligan!


There are a lot of people here (Holy shit)

I move towards the goal intentionally

They're shouting at my back, everything is lost (Lost)

But my style is new matter

In the morning on the USA connection (Wussup)

Later UK, Yalta, this is my life style

My boys are spinning the ball (Wooosh)

Wherever I am, I’ll give everyone the heat (Shotta)

49640, place forgotten, but not by me (Nope)

There's a pack in the sock and a pack behind the belt

I'm dressed like riot police

No-no lie, call me Sean Paul (Ayyy)

They hear calls, Yarovaya's package

It’s better to discuss it with you when we meet (Wag1)

I don't shoot around, my gaze is straight

But I see on the sides, I feel behind my back

Here M4orty threw a bitlo (Cookie)

P-straight from 44 (UK)

Party on, gramophone on

Gimme 10 mins, then microphone

Click-click rec-rec button

Rap originates from battles

Let's take a couple of shots

How to move a squad

Search for treasure

There are tornado spots here

They need a lantern, but they need a torch

Already breathing their last breath


But okay, okay, okay (Chill)

I really don't like alcohol

But smoke has big ranks

Let's fill the tanker with gas again

I repeat for those in the tank (Welcome, welcome)

Only work and not a drop of varnish

Put everyone on trial as if we were Macks (Ronald)


Ma-ma-ma-ma Moscow (Moscow)

Every fam has been on my radar for a long time (Gang)

Moscow, Moscow, Moscow

Simba is in the jungle, it's dangerous here

Dry lips in Rasta life

Southern District is my kingdom

Sensei of the game seems to be a caste

Moscow, Moscow, Moscow

Exit to Vykhino, can you hear uncle (Ayo)

I puff the gas that they like to squeeze

If there is a button, you need to press it

With the trash I'm Forrest, I know my plan

Run, run, run, run, run

Revs like a Huracan

Did you see the trunk?

Hooligan!


Moscow, Moscow, Moscow, Moscow

Moscow, Moscow, Moscow

Moscow, Moscow, rrya

Pa-pa-pa, srrya

Jees, aight, say nothin, my bro