RASKOL, ФУГОЛЬ, ПХВШЙ, ZABRALO - В одной яме
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Guys, don't accelerate! Powder - don't enter!
One took a prostitute under his wing, the other shouts: “ALL OF YOU WHORE!”
Hold your breath, dear ones, let’s plunge into the buzz and stability
For a bottle of up to a hundred push-ups, we zealously broke all records
Keep your cigarette lighter closed
Don't escalate the situation, little one.
If there's a treasure here, it's already been dug up by someone.
Coordinates sown from paradise
Fire will lift up the road from the wi-fi point
Here it’s salty - not salty, the glass is not for drill, but for lo-fi movement
A hot lynx purrs under the stones
The last crumbs have flown off the disk
In a moment the boys became sad
What kind of tea do you like? Spread your legs quickly!
We only stirred up the party for our own people
Don't be discouraged and don't hang your nose
You see happiness - so rat!
Takes place in black sensation
They won't wake you up, brother, wake up!

Echoes from the 90s
Where are half of those injected?
Who has puncture wounds?
This world is split
Not everything is so simple here
And this is not the west coast
But the reading is relaxed
She wants to touch Raskol's dick
Let's call it "old school"
Or the good old classic
Zoomers in Asics don't target us
This sample and bass are dangerous
It's like he's taking off the attack
Right from the checkout
Some are all in, some are out
Life punishes everyone here
But I press the gas pedal
Let the text be your decree
Because half of them are stupid
You will smile and say: “LIFE!”
Someone's 200th Kruzak
Someone is being taken to trial in the back of a paddy wagon
Are we wandering in zigzags or walking in circles?
The meaning of life, like the track - don’t look for it in Shazam
We will all end up in the same hole with you..

We'll end up in the same hole with you.
Thank you, we'll contact you later
She is not who you think she is or wants to seem.
There is a magnet on the door behind the registry office building
There was too much Xanax in '18
That's why rap was fucked
Fuck all your battles
I grab your bitch by the boots
And I drink in the middle of the night at minus thirty
On the beat is still the same thirtieth
Dvoysky, you're a pussy boy
Although you often fuck in fact
She sucks to "fact - namba tu"
I light the stove and open the bag.
I threw the slab on the scale, everything was clear, like in a pharmacy.
Patek on your wrist?
They will take them off you to the tracks of Athletics or Narcozanos
Hello fagots!
By the way, fagots, liberals and prostitutes
We're not going to spin this crap for you
Lenya is with me, but not Agutin
Everything will be ZABRALO essentially
On repeat "fucking in essence"
Don’t give up on the rapper, everyone in your right mind: “Get the gas, fuck you!”

There on the visor are wrapped in packages
In a suit at a wedding, my father-in-law in sportswear on the show
Automatic box, I’m at the dacha, frying it between my legs, in tablets, in a box of sweets
There in the clouds God is looking at all this chaos
Why did we play hide and seek with the orphanage Vitya?
Save, we are surrounded by pests, truck drivers, fag tendencies
He turned up the volume with his clitoris, Euclid was proving something to us,
Evpatiy Kolovra was cutting down the Mongols, it’s time brother - collect your ammunition
I’m on an order with the killer-liquidators, I put a silencer on the SVD, and I have my own in the Ministry of Internal Affairs
According to TNT, Armenians and Russians, on a plate with shellfish, I think I won’t sleep
But these are just my thoughts, the dicks are standing and we have already grown, algae at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean
I'll fuck you with the baboons, a couple of gorillas will drive up, why the hell did you smoke your heroin in the entrance?