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Darts in the competition if they ever was angry
Tray to the trash, dash, then I might be envy
You get any with money, all these prayers so love the way
Talk the System thirty two is something they no need to upper fate
See them frozen, now everybody hate
Nothing new to whip, I use to its thinking
Reboot techs, yes, you can all tank me
I am the virus that got your heart erased
Uh, let the rapture drop
For the all diamonds, press buzz and ya stop
Cry generic pedants, I'ma be the last fussing
Now for my last chick, I will dye pop off
Uh, let the rapture drop
For the all diamonds, press buzz and ya stop
Cry generic pedants, I'ma be the last fussing
Now for my last chick, I will dye pop off
WRITERS
Гришкин Ярослав, Даудов Руслан
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Lyrics © JAM Digital Media
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