Playboi Carti – «H00DBYAIR»

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All my bitches had it local
Throwed-off, man, they calling me loco
Rich slime, yeah, you know I been global
I'm in that bitch, n***a, takin' photo
I got your bitch, n***a takin' a photo
I got your bitch and she came from Cologne, yeah
I can't fuck with y'all lil' n***as 'cause y'all local
I'm in the club, I'm solo, two Glocks, yeah, I ain't on solo
Damn, all-black Glock, and you know that shit is lookin' like Lonely
Pussy ass n***a, I don't even think that n***a want smoke
If you see me in public, man I know you gon' choke
I'm cut throat, man I hang a n***a, hang his head by a rope
I got infinity links on my chain n***a, I ain't rocking no rope
N***a, RSG gang and I'm thuggin' this shit like Death Row
Yeah, I already know these n***as tryna—, all they copy my flow
Damn, I don't even freestyle, but she know how this shit go, yeah
I got n***as with them thirtys on 'em like they came from the go, yeah
All my shooters, they got red beams and you know they on go, yeah
Pussy n***a had a show n***a then he pullin' no show
Damn, I'm in the back of his house n***a, finna pull a kickdoor, yeah
I got that plata in my pocket, n***a and that shit on the floor, yeah
I don't fuck with these bitches man, 'cause them hoes on the floor
Hit his ass up n***a, now his blood on the floor, yeah
Rich Slime and you know how that shit gon' get
Red tips, blue tips and the green tips
I'ma show you some, finna send a missile, bitch
If I send this hit, then you finna get dismissed
Rich Slime, yeah, you know I'm on that global shit
All my n***as man, they takin' off like a ship
Yeah, all my n***as man, they stayin' in that new shit
European whip and I got a foreign bitch
ROCKET — «Инкассатор»

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FRESCO выше, чем ты думал
I'm on some new shit
Hop out that new shit, hop out that new whip
I don't even know shit
I was locked up, and I ain't learned shit
You already know that I'm still the same n***a
You the type n***a get locked up, get muzzled
You the type n***a get locked up go muslim
I don't even trust 'em, I don't even trust 'em
Talkin' my bitches all fuckin', no lovin'
Red flag, yeah, you know it stay in right pocket
All of my shooters, they too out of pocket
Dye pack so thick, I don't need no wallet
Shit, my money so tall, can't fit in the wallet
I'm el jefe, I'm the plug, I'm the socket
My choppa all-black man, you know it look gothic
Damn, my choppa is kickin' that shit like karate
Yeah, my life so cold, man I can't trust nobody
N***a, I want a Bugatti
All I ever wanted was that Glock 18
I don't need switches
Binary trigger you know it's gon' hit
So many bitches, you know, I'm gon' flip
So many bitches, you know that they gettin' flipped
N***a, I don't even trip, all them hoes comin' back around
All my n***as—, Fifty round
Hit that n***a now he dead down
All of my diamonds shinin' like they Pacquiao
Kizaru – «OBUZA»

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Hawky, ha-ha-ha
Spancy be making heats, on God
I been havin' motion, you already know how it's goin'
I got bitch and it's goin' yeah
I got bitch and it's goin', n***a I been have a motion
N***a you're not important, all of my bitches they foreign
I get that play in the morning, I send this shit in the shipping
I got that bitch, ayy, ayy
.40 on me, ayy, you know it hit with precision
And that shit all in my pocket, you know that shit got me [?], yeah
Opp pack, you know that shit really hittin'
Damn, I'm on Pointe South, yeah
Yeah, you don't stay in the trenches
You know I stay in the trenches
If you're not a real shooter, you need to keep your distance, yeah
All my sticks they fucking hittin'
All my bitches fucking tricking
I ain't never spend no money on no fucking bitches
I got bitches, they don't do no missin'
I got shooters, they shoot with no missions, yeah
Try to rob me, you gon' fail that mission
N***a you tryna rob me? N***a that's a suicide mission
That's a crash-out mission
Ayy, I been goin' real n***a you know I got sticks
And you know I got fent', I don't even gotta trip, yeah
You know I never trip, ayy
Ayy, go to the next beat, yeah
All of my n***as got sticks, brr
All of my n***as got sticks, brr
All of my n***as got sticks, brr
LILDRUGHILL – «bad romance»

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⁣⁣⁣owleeng-leeng-leeng
Yeah, coming off the rip, you know I hit
I got lot of bitches in Berlin, they on my dick
AK-47 spit, yeah you know it hit
I got crazy n***as, yeah, you know they Ludacris
I got shoo—, yeah, yeah, you know they Ludacris
I got little n***as in this shit, they lunatic
I got thirty p's, yeah you know that's on my wrist
I'll never give your bitch not a dollar, bitch
I ain't never trick, I'm a represent
5013, yeah, you know that they my team
Hit his head wit the—, red beam
Green beam, blue beam, it's the same beam
And you know, I'm on the same block, the same team
I'm a money feind, so you know that I'm cash team
50 band, RSG, pull up in the GLE, with ya' bitch n***a, yeah
N***a, I might slime that n***a off the fucking map
Once a n***a slime you in, ain't no coming back
And you know I'm 50'd up, you can see the flag
All my n***as Piru, you can see the flag
Yeah, pulling up like I'm Dame Dash
I was servin' rock up in the street like Dame Dash
Yeah, you know my—, what n***a? I just pass
And you know I run that plata up, I get it fast
I got euros on me right now
I got pistols on me right now, n***a
You's a bitch you need to pipe down, n***a
Or that shit gon' be a man down, n***a

LAZER DIM 700 - «Laced Max»

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Real street n***a, I don't gotta say nun'
Real street n***a, I don't gotta say nun'
I walk up in they spot and I say less
Tough life, I don't even fuckin' stress
Diamonds on me, yeah, they stayin' on my neck
Real n***a, yeah, that 9 on my flesh
Mona Lisa, yeah, you know it paint the best
All my shooters, yeah, they paintin' up your chest
Yeah, they gon' fuckin' paint ya' block
Everyday I'm walkin' with a different Glock
Yhap stick, yeah, I got that Heckler Koch
Yeah, I know you n***as be some neighborhood watch
A.K.A. y'all n***as really snitchin'
If ya' really snitchin' need to keep y'all distance
Gang on the line and they stady blitzin'
All my n***as yeah, they shootin' with precision
All my n***as shootin' with no fuckin' permission
'Cause they some fuckin' jefes too
N***a, I'ma fucking general and loose screw
I don't gotta prove, n***a I'm a—, yeah
Been jefe, I don't follow no rules
All blues lookin' like it's Blue's Clues
Bitch tryna say that I'm actin' rude
I just say, "Bitch you got a attitude"