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Ato Woody
Ato Woody
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Onative
Onative
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Znuft X
Znuft X
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Umarov Bobur Bakhramovich
Umarov Bobur Bakhramovich
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Gafurov Amal Dilmurodovich
Gafurov Amal Dilmurodovich
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Azizkhodjaev Atokhan Farkhadovich
Azizkhodjaev Atokhan Farkhadovich
Songwriter
Dean Sultanov
Dean Sultanov
Songwriter

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I could get a cheque for milly, but remain the same man Look at how they flip when they absorb that money fragrance Sorry I ain't sorry 'cause my actions, they were blatant Only speaking facts and got them rappers saying amen I used to work with no pay checks Now you gon send me advances They wishing that I was stagnant 'Cause my motion looks like I be racing I stick around with the same friends So these positions ain't vacant If who you are is a saint then Shit, I don't mind being the Satan Eddie Gordo with the breakdance Smashing motherfuckers like its Tekken When I show up they frustrated, 'cause they know I'm not being patient If I'm ever in a gang bang, you know who is gonna be the main man I do not need any aidance, made myself, and now I am a made man First things first, let me get this straight You are not big man, you're not great Still on a dead ting still moving bait Better click the link, I just dropped that tape I just fucked this beat, you could call it a rape Tried chat shit and you made a mistake Don't try to run, man, you can't escape They are praying for my release But it would be better to pray for peace I'm not even Drake, but you can come with me and fly to Greece I don't like all these long talks You know I was raised on the black water streets Everyone wants a piece of that cake, but I took the last piece Don't try to fuck with us, you haven't grown up You had a show and nobody showed up I heard your album, it made me throw up Onative when the fuck will you blow up? I'm getting love, then I'm getting more love It is me and myself, they've been craving more of Heard I'm the reason that you two broke up Well, I give no fucks about giving no fucks Tell organisers if they wanna see us, transfer the cash to the visa You might have thought I'm a usual geezer Got so much ice that they call me a freezer Back in high school, she thought I was dreamer Now she became a believer I just received that iced out piece It was made from Geneva, it is so flashy you're having a seizure I'm too hard with these flows, too smooth, no man, I ain't giving it up See you face that sad frown, 'cause you know we're getting them bucks Another tune, another hit in the pocket And yeah, man, we're raising them cups Stop with the rap shit, nobody gets you All what you saying is completely nuts I do not pay them no mind, no, I'm kinda one of a kind yeah I got your girl on the line yeah, asking me come from behind Come, I'm too persistent with grind, yeah I only get better with time, yeah She told me see you next time, 'cause you do not hit it right That's all for good life, so I'm on the move I'm not in a fairy tale, but my dreams came true That's so much shit, that I've been through But in the end, I will sit in my condo enjoying the view
Writer(s): Azizkhodjaev Atokhan Farkhadovich, Dean Sultanov, Gafurov Amal Dilmurodovich, Umarov Bobur Bakhramovich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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