Uh-uh!
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We go hard in the south and we know it (bitch!)
Sitting ass in a pub, bitch, we going (yeah, we-)
In the streets smashing heads with them bottles (grr!)
We don't got fucking feds, step on throttles
That's the way that we getting over sadness (that we getting over)
One day turn in a motherfucking madness (turnin' in a)
That's the way that we getting over breakups (punks)
One day choke on a vomit from the hiccups
You got me wrong, I'm not the one that you wanna see when you up at night (bitch, I'm not)
Unleashing the venom, I'ma get you when you in my sight (in my sight)
Turning my bats in 'em fucking flying rats, they could fucking bite (bitch)
Teeth full of parasite, teeth full of parasite
I'm that stoner doom lover, bad bloke tripping
Bitch, I know I'll soon hover, float, won't strap in
In my wizard hat, 'bout to fuck a witch, busting
Why my music mad? Bitch, I ain't no fucking Justin
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Lucid dreams where I'm fuckin Vickie Smith, and she swallowing
Fill her mouth with my motherfucking dick, tits, they wiggling
She my princess, she that one that I would pick out of million
I'm her prince, and my chance is fucking big, 'cause I'm brilliant
I'm that slavic motherfucker, drinking vodka, juice (yeah, bitch)
I'ma squash you like a ciggie with my dirty shoes
Drinking habbit, something I would never ever lose (know it, ayy)
Bitch, you lost like Nemo, I'm a beast like Bruce
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I'm a slavic trapper, fucking bass slapper
Beat's a meat, I'm the sauce, yeah, salt and pepper
I'm a slavic trapper, fucking bass slapper
Beat's a meat, I'm the sauce, yeah
We go hard in the south and we know it (what?!)
Sitting ass in a pub, bitch, we going (bitch!)
In the streets smashing heads with them bottles (grr!)
We don't got fucking feds, step on throttles
We go hard, we go hard, we go hard (bitch!)
We go hard, we go hard, we go hard (what?!)
We go hard, we go hard, we go hard (bitch!)
We go hard in the south and we know it