Yes
O-O-O-OG
Yes

I'm starting to know her
The dishonest money
I throw it out the window
I'm high in tracksuit
Drugs under the lid
Bitch under the blanket
Police at the doorbell
Stuck, I have no opening
Damso, why so much darkness?
If I say it, you won't recover
The game, I'm going to fuck its mother
My enemies with
I never stop
Gordon is the can
Bergamot or violet
From incorrect gent-ar

O-O-O-OG
O-O-O-OG
O-O-O-OG
O-O-O-OG

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