Seven liters of gin, I let them talk
In my head, crows are circling
Overrun by lying hyenas
Is it now a curse or a blessing?

Look, I'm driving up in a matte black Huracan
Kahbe next to me looks like from an escort
Fendi, Gucci, Prada, Louis, Ferragamo
Barcode account balance, Pablo Esco
Look, I'm driving up in a matte black Huracan
Kahbe next to me looks like from an escort
Fendi, Gucci, Prada, Louis, Ferragamo
Barcode account balance, Pablo Esco

Wallah look, I've learned an excessive amount
Police make noise, customers always want more
Lungs full of tar again
Running with capsules through my city
I'm after the Patek
Chaye Wallah, full criminal
Para, no drip, spliff marijuana
Again Kafa when they hit heads
What's Lil Boat? Akhu Sharmut, screw your drip
Karadeniz plays Batak again
My immigrants are not bloggers
Come, take your baguettes
Just like that, tokat
Your head off, like oysters
When they unpack the violin case
It's all good
I just need some headspace
Just give me a year and
I'll land in the top 3
Dig my grave
Lay me in the hole
No half measures, Wallah
Made you cry way too often
Candles glow in the dark like in motorsport
Memories fade through the chloroform
Is it heaven or hell
Explain it to me immediately
My path is a pool of blood, not Louboutins

Look, I'm driving up in a matte black Huracan
Kahbe next to me looks like from an escort
Fendi, Gucci, Prada, Louis, Ferragamo
Barcode account balance, Pablo Esco

Mama begs me, angel lift your head
Shoot me down, Moruk
Wings only flap on Ott
The sky is black, the soul full of anger
Scream, but unfortunately understand
Not a single word, hayat sometimes boş
Chaye my pain is real
Lasts until the deathbed
Over my back, down the calves
Firmly into the heels
Do you hear Couseng, give me more Shem
I press the Benz, Wesh Wesh
Until the AMG ceramic disc shatters
Bang Bang Bang I thought I fell in love
But I fell on cobblestones
Blamed myself
But it could only be God
Wrap myself now in
A sheet of white fabric
They don't give up Kombi, I'm on zombie
Bonzai
Candles glow in the dark like in motorsport
Memories fade through the chloroform
Is it heaven or hell
Explain it to me immediately
My path is a pool of blood, not Louboutins

Look, I'm driving up in a matte black Huracan
Kahbe next to me looks like from an escort
Fendi, Gucci, Prada, Louis, Ferragamo
Barcode account balance, Pablo Esco
Look, I'm driving up in a matte black Huracan
Kahbe next to me looks like from an escort
Fendi, Gucci, Prada, Louis, Ferragamo
Barcode account balance, Pablo Esco

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