Moscow

"Внимание (Goldman, Goldman, Goldman, Goldman)
Говорит и показывает Москва (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Смотрите и слушайте Москву" (Goldman, Goldman, yeah, yeah yeah)

(Yeah,woah, woah, Don Debonair, woah, woah, respect Russia, WTMG nga)

I met this shortie yeah, her name was Russia
She little crazy, type of chick that probably go and cut ya
She said "khochu kurit" pound in her bag, I think I love ya
I got no rubbers, I ain't stutter, till they - I ain't gon fuck ya
My flow hot, but it's freezing up in Moscow
Shots made em hopscotch, that bullet made that pop sound
It's hot now, who on the block leave the door open
My Russian ngas bring the house down, I think the floor broken
Got get some vodka, hurry up, I think the store closin'
(Haha, that's a cliché nga)
All this money in my pocket, got me feelin' like a boss
I ain't sauce, pull up in Kremlin, I promise you will get lost
(Hah) Get it, most my ngas up in blue, ballin' hard like they in Zenit
I can't sweat it, he wanna link up, but I had to debt it
I keep rockin' like I'm Elvis, I get high, real high, my Elbrus
Look up in my system, I can't recall if I felt shit
Ngas say I am the shit (Huh) boy you smealt it

(Gang gang gang gang gang Moscow let's go)
Yeah, this Moscow joint be litted up
I'm tryna big my city up
Like NYC, we fast as fuck
It's gettin' cold, but we Gucci'ed up
We got the Kremlin, we got the rocket
There's Russian secrets, we gotta lock it
I'm in the town, we gotta pop it
The Hit-Man life, no way around it (Like Woah)
Moscow, yeah, Goldman, OGBoy, Don Debonair
Fuck you up, not know when where
In the city, we Russian bangers
We fight for life, these bitches stare
I'm proud of my city ain't no way around it
Let's get it now, we poppin' poppin'
We chose the dream, ain't no way for stoppin'
It's till the end, we runnin' runnin'
Like no, let's go Moscow

Oh damn, we runnin' with bears, Shapka-Ushanka, Babushka in Paris
Regular life, regular style, stereotypes, ain't got no affairs
There is some people tryna get out the block
There is some people who don't know what they got
Pointing your finger, you got 3 lookin' back at you
Russian flow, put the money in the lot
Bad bitches, we got 'em bro
Mad riches, we swerin' yo
No time to waste, we right on the dot
Expensive life, Moscow, what you thought
Spetsnaz, you gotta fight for the spot
It's you or them, we gotta fight to the top
Pussy hittas tryna know all of our plot
We will never get down for the money you shot
(Gang gang gang gang gang Moscow let's go)

Мы не забыты мы все также в форме
Мой парабеллум вечно на готове
Без света фар мы мчим не надо повода
Фонари гаснут в нашем городе

Залетел так будто знал в чем стиль
Это Москва злостный keep it real
Разводил так руками что слился
В городе грехов секреты все чтим сэр
Знал на что идёт русский гранатомет
Вырубал за пазухой с махорки приход
Это тот конек на высотке обзор
Я смотрю на город кто тут режиссер

В моих руках сияет блант все что
Тормозило раньше теперь от плеча размах
В этом городе лайф старт дохуя уходит сил
Топим топим мы по встречной
добавляю керосин
(POW, POW, check)