MASSA Feat. ABBBOSE – Mahalla

Mahalla – MASSA, ABBBOSE Lyrics Letra:
IP Beats, Massa…

Ko’cha, To’la, (Mahalla) Bolla
(Ko’tarilgan Noldan) Pochka, Qo’lda
(Uyim, Toshkent) Shetta, O’stim
(Tanilgandir Ijodim) Tanishadi Endi Otim

Ko’cha, To’la, (Mahalla) Bolla
(Ko’tarilgan Noldan) Pochka, Qo’lda
(Uyim, Toshkent) Shetta, O’stim
(Tanilgandir Ijodim) Tanishadi Endi Otim

Kotta Qildi Shu Mani Ko’cha
Do’vcha Yeb, Diskla Yechib Qocha
Ko’rdim Bu Hayoti Ko’zimmi Ocha
Muammola Bo’ganda Kemagan Pochcha

So’zliman Borimi Qofiyala Socha
Har Qatorim, Hayotimdan Parcha
Yeqildim Ko’p, O’rgandim Ancha
Kutmadim O’tirib Omad Kegancha

O’g’irlirdim Tan Olaman
Lekin O’tmishdan Kechomiman
Hayotimi Ko’rib, O’zimga Ettim
Halol Mehnat Bilan Ko’tarilaman

Kechirmiman Xato Bo’sadir Uchinchi
Mandan Keyin San Doimdir Ikkinchi
O’zbek Repga Endi Qaraginchi
Jon Kiritgandir Bo’ldi Birinchi

Bordir Kuch, Bordir Aql
Buyuk O’zbek, Qoldi Yaqin
Oilani Boqishga, Soqqani Topishga
Kuni Bo’y Ko’chada, O’sti Mustaqil

Hayot Bo’sa Tuval Qalamim Til
Voqela Chizilgan Xilma- Xil
Boshqalani Eshtma O’zini Bil
Nima Yure So’rasa Ushani Qil

Ko’cha, To’la, (Mahalla) Bolla
(Ko’tarilgan Noldan) Pochka, Qo’lda
(Uyim, Toshkent) Shetta, O’stim
(Tanilgandir Ijodim) Tanishadi Endi Otim

Ko’cha, To’la, (Mahalla) Bolla
(Ko’tarilgan Noldan) Pochka, Qo’lda
(Uyim, Toshkent) Shetta, O’stim
(Tanilgandir Ijodim) Tanishadi Endi Otim

Ah, Kimsan Ijodkor? Faxriy Yorliq Yo’lla Tor
Lekin Qarab Qogan Joyi Yo’, Minnatdor
Yo’llari Asta-Sekin, Qiyinchili, “Не На Чили”
Hatto Qidirmadim Man Shunchaki Ammaladim

Ah, Hoh Ishon Hoh Ishonma
Muomila Seryozniy
Londa-Londa
Hamyon To’la, Ko’cha Bola

Gap Sotmiman, Keltirmiman
Harakatni Tindirmiman
Ha O’yliman Ha Izliman
Ko’vlamiman Kam Sitmiman Ah…

Turgan-Bitkani Balo, G’iybatla Ketti A’lo
Birga-Bir Kelganda Jim Bo’ldi Lyuboy Fuqaro
Onsonmas Imkonla Ko’p, O’yla Izla Qidir Top
Kere Bo’lsa To’lla Qop Money!

Ko’cha, To’la, (Mahalla) Bolla
(Ko’tarilgan Noldan) Pochka, Qo’lda
(Uyim, Toshkent) Shetta, O’stim
(Tanilgandir Ijodim) Tanishadi Endi Otim

Ko’cha, To’la, (Mahalla) Bolla
(Ko’tarilgan Noldan) Pochka, Qo’lda
(Uyim, Toshkent) Shetta, O’stim
(Tanilgandir Ijodim) Tanishadi Endi Otim

MASSA Feat. ABBBOSE – Mahalla

Merry Delo – CANDY B

Merry Delo – CANDY B Lyrics
CANDY B Lyrics, Letra:

Merry Delo「CANDY B ft. Candee」歌詞

Chorus: Merry Delo
タチが悪いとか俺ら無縁
立ち話から俺の上
立ちっぱなしでも座ってる目
立場無いあの子のBoyfriend
Candy B
飲み込むCandy B
Zot DeloのCandee
飲み込むCandy B-B

Verse 1: Merry Delo
Yeah 波のよう
揺れうごき早くなる心臓
いつもパラダイス可愛い子
硬い君をほぐすよ緊張
Candy B
派手に遊ぶ毎日
効かない歯止め
立ち止まることを知らない
Going now
神様いるなら止めてよお願い
I’m sorry, you love me
朝になると記憶とかないし
でもさやに帰る気ないmy dick
切れ味がいいぶら下げる太刀
Candy B
Kidsは食べない方がいい
大人は食べたら妖精に
Verse 2: Candee
あの子は何度も
ヤリたがってるけど
何故か息子なら反抗期
白いCrackを吸いすぎてるせい?
ひび割れてく君との関係性
はじめての神頼み
ここで勃たなくちゃ漢じゃない
君に恥をかかせたくないのに なんで?
今欠かせない勃ち薬
Candyを飲み 起死回生
あの子もご満悦 Suck my candy
一度や二度三度じゃ足りないほど
元気になるDick
揺れてる2つのFuji
Oh Yeah
湧き水溢れるPussy
Okay
搾り取られてく精子よりも
生死かける
Let’s get it on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Chorus: Merry Delo
タチが悪いとか俺ら無縁
立ち話から俺の上
立ちっぱなしでも座ってる目
立場無いあの子のBoyfriend
Candy B
飲み込むCandy B
Zot DeloのCandee
飲み込むCandy B-B

Camino – Steady

Camino – Steady Lyrics
Steady Lyrics, Letra:

Chorus: Camino
Emotions on the high again, oh, I can’t seem to find myself
How did I end up right here? On my knees, facin’ fears
Askin’ God for the answers, but all I ever found was pain
Driftin’ further in the darkness
Steady tryna deal with this pain (Oh, oh, oh)
Steady tryna deal with this pain (Oh)
I’m steady tryna deal with this pain

Verse 1: D Smoke & Camino
Ten more minutes of this conversation
Yeah, ooh, God might just hit me there
Tears run down my face like irrigation
Yeah, ooh, stars might just hit me there
The skies know my eyes, I done looked up
Askin’ where the passion for a solution to cook up
Keep me on my toes like a foot rub
Meet me in the middle of
? when I’m shook up or whooped up
Blood tricklin’ down underneath my Under Armour (Armour, armour)
Mud in the crevice of my boots start runnin’ harder (Harder)
Drug called adrenaline sizzlin’ in my heart
I hope the love that I show bless the direction of my comma
Heal with my wounds, ‘cause pain, I feel
Without your hand it may not heal
I swallow pride, I ate my meal
This hurt inside is one large pill, can’t deal with these emotions
Chorus: Camino
Emotions on the high again, oh, I can’t seem to find myself
How did I end up right here? Hold my
? facin’ fears
Askin’ God for the answers, but all I ever found was pain
Driftin’ further in the darkness
Steady tryna deal with this pain (Oh, oh, oh)
Steady tryna deal with this pain (Oh)
I’m steady tryna deal with this pain

Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa
They like “Young Khalifa, why you always smokin’ one?
And why you always gotta move like you the chosen one?
Why you ditched that plane jane for the frozen one?”
I said “When you open doors, you ain’t gotta open none”
Let alone close ‘em, y’all thought we were supposed to run
Picture me back in day,
? I ain’t holdin’ none
Picture me not goin’ my hardest for my son
Look at me now, this is real nigga one-on-one
Can’t take this style I created, this is one I won
Can’t take the miles I ran away, you just one and done
I get asked who want it with Khalifa, man
? be like bad sex, no one’ll come
Pull up in them trucks with angels on the front of ‘em
Anyone who hate, I got nothin’ but love for ‘em
Got my doggs with me, they know where I’m comin’ from
As soon as this car get old I get another one
Chorus: Camino
Emotions on the high again, oh, I can’t seem to find myself
How did I end up right here? Hold my
? facin’ fears
Askin’ God for the answers, but all I ever found was pain
Driftin’ further in the darkness
Steady tryna deal with this pain (Oh, oh, oh)
Steady tryna deal with this pain (Oh)
I’m steady tryna deal with this pain

B Free (Rapper) – Platinum Plus

B Free (Rapper) – Platinum Plus Lyrics
Platinum Plus Lyrics, Letra:

Yeah, aye
Up, up, look

Hook
Up, yeah I’m up
Come for us
We at your head I cannot stress that shit enough
Double cup, off the jump
Kick my day off really slow I’m in a rut
I can’t trust, who you trust
If they ain’t gang or with the squad or one of us
To keep it real, I’ll say it once
You ain’t coming close to me I’m platinum plus
Plus (x6)
Platinum Plus
You ain’t coming close to Free I’m platinum plus
Plus (x6)
Platinum Plus, oh
Yeah, aye

Verse 1
Not up for discussion
Never been the type to be the cause of repercussions
Way too much to lose, so I ain’t losing out on nothing
Cuz everything I do is in a whole-nother market
Get it popping every week
I don’t get no rest
I don’t got no time to sleep
Shawty in my face
Cuz she know I’m MVP
Niggas tryna take what I got they envy me
If it’s really smoke, we do dirty very clean
Cuz all my dawgs they some killers
Back against the wall
Nah, nigga we don’t feel that
I was in Atlanta with Diana tryna feel that
And if it’s really smoke
Boy I swear you fucking up
Hook
Up, yeah I’m up
Come for us
We at your head I cannot stress that shit enough
Double cup, off the jump
Kick my day off really slow I’m in a rut
I can’t trust, who you trust
If they ain’t gang or with the squad or one of us
To keep it real, I’ll say it once
You ain’t coming close to me I’m platinum plus
Plus (x6)
Platinum Plus
You ain’t coming close to Free I’m platinum plus
Plus (x6)
Platinum Plus, oh
Yeah, aye

Verse 2
Tell me what you like, whether wrong or right (yeah, yeah)
We can do it twice, we can shake the dice
Yeah, yeah
Cannot compromise, cannot see the signs
I been on the climb, platinum all my life
Like I’m on a tree
I just want my space
I just want some time to breathe
Never took a loss
They all leave it up to me
Shawty wanna ride
It’s too risky for the team
Can’t nobody stop me do this shit by any
Don’t kill the vibe
Out for the night
Wrongs turned to rights
I just wanna try, yeah
Pass me the ice
Platinum all my life
Not even surprised
I’ve been on the rise that’s why I’m up
Hook
Up, yeah I’m up
Come for us
We at your head I cannot stress that shit enough
Double cup, off the jump
Kick my day off really slow I’m in a rut
I can’t trust, who you trust
If they ain’t gang or with the squad or one of us
To keep it real, I’ll say it once
You ain’t coming close to me I’m platinum plus
Plus (x6)
Platinum Plus
You ain’t coming close to Free I’m platinum plus
Plus (x6)
Platinum Plus, oh
Yeah, aye

Taleban Dooda – Spin

Taleban Dooda – Spin Lyrics
Spin Lyrics, Letra:

Intro
(ErgoWantABag, bitch)
A4Tre spin
Bibby squad spin
Stain gain spin
We stain for pooh, we poppin’ shit like 30
It ain’t gon’ be easy for Lil’ Deezy
Aye

Chorus
Spin, spin, you niggas ain’t never gon’ win (Ain’t never gon’ win)
I don’t know why they playing with the clan (Playing with the clan)
We face shit, if you know what I’m sayin’ (If you know what I’m sayin’)
Spin, spin (Spin), God forgive me every time I sin (Every time I sin)
Me and the guys just getting it in (Getting it in)
We take three if you take one of my friends (One of my friends)
Spin, spin, spin, spin (Let’s go)
Spin, spin (Go), spin (Go), spin (Go)
Spin, spin, spin, spin (Aye, you right there)
Spin, spin (Go, go), spin, spin

Verse 1
I’m from the east, that’s where we smack shit, I know some steppers that come from the south (Come from the)
I’m from the streets, this ain’t no rap shit, get shot in your shit for runnin’ your mouth (Mouth)
I’m bangin’ my heat, switch the attachments soon as I can see him, I’m airing it out (Boom)
Blocks get beat, it’s time to active (Boom), AR with a scope and a .60, man ‘round (Boom)
They outside wildin’, want war with the whole town (Whole town)
Over east get violent, better have a blick when it go down (Go down)
We was on the block, we was never on the playground (Playground)
Kept two Glocks, niggas know I don’t play around (Play around)
If you ever get shot, spin (Spin), don’t lay down, get it in (Get it in)
Chorus
Spin, spin (Spin), you niggas ain’t never gon’ win (Ain’t never gon’ win)
I don’t know why they playing with the clan (Playing with the clan)
We face shit, if you know what I’m sayin’ (If you know what I’m sayin’)
Spin, spin (Spin, boom), God forgive me every time I sin (Every time I sin)
Me and the guys just getting it in (Getting it in)
We take three if you take one of my friends (One of my friends)
Spin, spin, spin, spin (Let’s go)
Spin, spin (Let’s go), spin, spin
Spin, spin (Let’s go), spin, spin (Let’s go)
Spin, spin (Let’s go roll), spin, spin

Verse 2
If you want the truth, it’s finna get tragic (Tragic)
My niggas blitz shit like this is Madden (Madden)
If you see him, just shoot, let him have it (Have it)
I don’t want a vegetable, I want a casket
We lost a troop, he used to blast it (Blast it)
Get back for sure, we gon’ step with a passion (Passion)
I’m talking ‘bout spin, spin (Yeah), it don’t matter when, just know it’s gonna happen (Happen)
A4Tre, yeah, that’s blikkzoo, but we got mob ties all out north (All out north)
Kill shit for Bibby, we just gonna pop out at night, all you gon’ see is that spark (Spark)
It ain’t gon’ be easy, we killin’ for Deezy, ain’t never stopping, what you fuck niggas thought? (What you fuck niggas thought?)
Ain’t doing me dirty, I’m going like 30 (30), I’ma bust my blick, take two of them out (Take two of them out)

Chorus
Spin, spin, you niggas ain’t never gon’ win (You niggas ain’t never gon’ win)
I don’t know why they playing with the clan (Why they playing with the clan)
We face shit, if you know what I’m sayin’ (If you know what I’m sayin’)
Spin, spin (Spin), God forgive me every time I sin (Every time I sin)
Me and the guys just getting it in (Getting it in)
We take three if you take one of my friends (Take one of my friends)
Spin, spin, spin, spin (On God)
Spin, spin, spin, spin (We playing with everybody)
Spin, spin, spin, spin (We fuck with everybody)
Spin, spin, spin, spin again (Let’s go)
Outro
Green Light, I want ‘em all dead
Mhm, yeah, I want ‘em all dead, I want ‘em all dead
Y’all heard what I said
I want ‘em all dead, I want ‘em all dead
Y’all heard what I said
I want ‘em all dead, I want ‘em all dead
Y’all hear what I said

BabySantana – ​nyc

BabySantana – ​nyc Lyrics
​nyc Lyrics, Letra:

Intro
(Bee, yeah)
(Yeah)
Yeah (Uh), huh (Woah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Verse
Put him in the sky, ain’t talkin’ no airplane
I’m droppin’ shooters like COD campaign
G, he gon’ pour a bottle of champagne, no, I ain’t talkin’ no papi
Draco on my hip and I’m shootin’ like Scotty
Me and lil’ J Lo ride ‘round in that Masi’
Dior on my toes, bogo on my chest when I feel like Dami
Jump out the wall like BO3, he talkin’ down, he gon’ D-I-E (Oof)
Brand new scope on the ARP, knock out your lights like B-Y-E
I’m still tryna see why he talkin’ down on the G-A-N-G
Heard he want smoke, so we finna pull up on him and pull out the M-16
Slide with AK, Draco at the red light
Heard he talkin’ down on bro, then it’s on site
Chrome Hearts on and I got Off-White
14 and I carry the spotlight (Bop, bop, bop)
Feel like Yachty, baby, ‘cause I only want one night
Now how you gon’ bring a knife to a gunfight?
How you black belt but ain’t even had one fight?
Kick yourself in the A in the sunlight

Outro
Put him in the sky, ain’t talkin’ no airplane
I’m droppin’ shooters like COD campaign
G, he gon’ pour a bottle of champagne, no, I ain’t talkin’ no papi
Draco on my hip and I’m shootin’ like Scotty
Me and lil’ J Lo ride ‘round in that Masi’
Dior on my toes, bogo on my chest when I feel like Dami
Jump out the wall like BO3, he talkin’ down, he gon’ D-I-E
Brand new scope on the ARP, knock out your lights like B-Y-E
I’m still tryna see why he talkin’ down on the G-A-N-G
Heard he want smoke, so we finna pull up on him and pull out the M-16

Ryan long – BRIAN STELTER IS A SEX MACHINE

Ryan long – BRIAN STELTER IS A SEX MACHINE Lyrics
BRIAN STELTER IS A SEX MACHINE Lyrics, Letra:

Intro
Yah
Fuckin legend
Big dick
And he knows how to use it
Mr steal your girl

Chorus
He’s a sex machine
Brian stelter
And he’s packing heat
Brian stelter
And he’ll steal your queen
Brian stelter
And she’ll fiend for his meat
Brian
It’s a big piece

Verse
Got that news man dick with the news man click
And he’s hittin’ chicks with that big stelter stick
Brian stelter
Girls slurp him up like a seltzer
He’s a real man but healthier
Ripped And he’s got your girl walking funny
Ouch
Dick her down ‘til she hurt in her tummy and it’s funny
That you can’t please her like stelts’ dick can
He dicks down your girl then he dicks down the help man
Terminator

Born in maryland
Took your girl’s cherry man
Making dudes gay too
I do
Chuck and larry man

And stelt fucks your girl while you fap alone
His hair fell out too much testosterone

And he came from the new york times
Legit
Filling girls up with the stelter slime
Got girls yellin’, “is that rl stine?”
The author
And i’m honored that our names rhyme
Ryan and brian

And he don’t like rogan or rogaine
Nah
Top from your girl while he’s making mad gains
He’s got loads for days so her throat will pay
And the pope will say that he christened your bae And now she’s soaked and you know he ain’t broke
Making new sons like a tattoo gun
Poke poke poke

And he’s packing 12 inches
Large
Filled another box during this verse ain’t flinching

600k viewers
Whoa
If your lady’s on the upper west side he’s goin’ screw her
Ummghh

And you know he’s got his boys’ back
While he’s deep inside your girl’s crack
Motor boating big racks
Brrrr

Stelter’s dick’s refreshing like a lemonade
He’s got two kids and you know how those are made
Sex

And he wrote two books but he never gets booked cus he’s hard
Copy
Like hemingway And he don’t like misinformation
Like you sayin’ he ain’t making your lady masturbatin’ to news
Cnn
And she’s sending nudes
While he’s in the nude
Cookin’ food
True

Born in ’85 lookin 85
Distinguished
Got the cuomo bros jackin off ‘til their blind
I learned that from reliable sources
Stelter’s at your girl’s door kid
And she let him in

Chorus
Stayin’ inside
Brian stelter
Of your girl’s vagine
Brian stelter
And he’s breakin’ hymens
Brian stelter
Hose like a fireman
Brian stelter

Yeah

Soulja Boy – Goin Down (Young Joc)

Soulja Boy – Goin Down (Young Joc) Lyrics
Goin Down (Young Joc) Lyrics, Letra:

Intro
Uh
Ayo,
? you go crazy
Draco
(Nigga, you know what the fuck goin’ on, nigga, niggas play wit’ nigga, you nigga)
Ayo,
?
Rrr, uh

Chorus
Nigga, nigga, serve it by the pound
I’m not Yung Joc, but it’s goin’ down
Alotta sticks in this bitch, do not make a sound
Move it by the ton, move it by the pound
Move it by the hundon, move it by the thou’
Niggas opps in this bitch, shootin’ in the crowd
Rrr, rrr, do not make a sound
I’m not Yung Joc, but it’s goin’ down

Verse
Whip it in yo’ face, like it’s hibachi
Big chopsticks that hold a hunnid, do karate
Nigga, cop the Hellcat, uh, cop the Maserati, uh (Yeah)
Cop the Lambo’, yeah, cop the new Ferrari, yeah
Cop the new Mercedes, these bitches goin’ crazy
Drop-top, do the dash, 12 can’t catch me (Yeah)
Drop-top, a hunnid bags, niggas tryna arrest me
The block ring and
? ring are worth a brand new Lexus (Gang)
Grills, Johnny Dang, wrist, Peter Marco
Hunnid K off of chasin’ Ms at Wells Fargo
They know me by my face, I’ll bail out tomorrow
We got rich off Krispy Kremes and pounds of gelato, uh
We got rich off pullin’ that stick like I hit the lotto, uh
Ridin’ wit’ a bad bitch, twerkin’ like Mulatto, uh
Hellcat, do the dash like it’s Grand Theft Auto (Uh)
(Hellcat, do the dash like it’s Grand Theft Auto)
Chorus
Nigga, nigga, serve it by the pound
I’m not Yung Joc, but it’s goin’ down
Alotta sticks in this bitch, do not make a sound
Move it by the ton, move it by the pound
Move it by the hundon, move it by the thou’
Niggas opps in this bitch, shootin’ in the crowd
Rrr, rrr, do not make a sound
I’m not Yung Joc, but it’s goin’ down

Zoocci Coke Dope – TALK SiKK

Zoocci Coke Dope – TALK SiKK Lyrics
TALK SiKK Lyrics, Letra:

Verse 1
I will never let a woman treat me like a lame (Yeah)
Bitch, you fuck around, I fuck around and do the same
Fuck you think this is?
This ain’t no motherfucking game (Yeah)
Most’ you bitches wylin’ most of yall are not to tame
Niggas is living by bitches, niggas is living by bitches
Fuck around and spend a band on a dinner now (Yeah)
Bitches want captions on pictures
Bitches want captions on pictures (Yeah)
Buy her a Birkin, she think you’re a winner now
Fuck, if you’re single, you’re living alright
Stealing your joy like a thief in the night
Take you to church and I show you the light
Cheat on your ass and you ready to fight (Fight)
Telling ‘em niggas it’s truly on sight
Being a player is like riding a bike
You think you’re in love but it turned into a sike
I don’t wanna be just one of the niggas you always be calling
Baby misleading, deceiving, finessing like Eve in the garden
She don’t regret it, she’s not really sorry, not even a pardon
And now that I’m ballin’
I’m taking a step back, I feel like I’m Harden

Chorus
Give me all that ass, you say you love it when I talk sick
I don’t have no time to talk about it, change the topic
I’ve been tryna work, you calling on my phone, you’re toxic
Always calling on my phone, you know you’re fucking toxic Give me all that ass, you say you love it when I talk sick
I don’t have no time to talk about it, change the topic
I’ve been tryna work, you calling on my phone, you’re toxic
Always calling on my phone, you know you’re fucking…

Refrain

Verse 2
I don’t even wanna talk about all of the shit that I did in the past
I don’t even wanna talk to no woman that let all of these lame niggas smash (Yeah)
Free your mind lil’ boy, you’ll be surprised (Yeah)
Take your time, it comes with peace of mind (Yeah)
You walk like a beast, you think that your pocket’s obese
You walk in the club, you spending like thirty, at least
Drown in the bottle, you think that these women are deep
Your standards are high, the way that you’re living is cheap (Yeah)
I can’t sleep no more
I can’t breath no more
Lord, I hope it helps me grow (Yeah)
Lead I plead I show
Lord, please save my soul
From all the things that I don’t know
Bands, I’m chasing the bands
There’s no one around, now show me your ass
Bitch is you tripping, you fucking around
You act like you don’t got a man
Say that you love him and string him along but damn
What is the plan?
I’m not the one that you need, I hit it and move I’m fucking a fan
I was alone in the moments
And most times it really felt like I was dying
You were fucking around and you couldn’t even stop
Even though you could see I was trying
If you stand for the truth about something
Whenever they asked you, you never deny it
These are the things on my mind and I don’t cap about, I don’t even write it
Chorus
Give me all that ass, you say you love it when I talk sick
I don’t have no time to talk about it, change the topic
I’ve been tryna work, you calling on my phone, you’re toxic
Always calling on my phone, you know you’re fucking toxic

Give me all that ass, you say you love it when I talk sick
I don’t have no time to talk about it, change the topic
I’ve been tryna work, you calling on my phone, you’re toxic
Always calling on my phone, you know you’re fucking…

ATC Taff (GRC) – BOSS

ATC Taff (GRC) – BOSS Lyrics
BOSS Lyrics, Letra:

Intro: ATC Taff
(Ναι, ATC ye
Ναι ναι ναι
Λες για ένταση και αλητεία
3 χρόνια τώρα
Ποιος το κάνει καλύτερα;)
PRRRRR

Chorus: ATC Taff
Δεν θα αφήσω στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα (αντίπαλο ελπιδα)
Στο παιχνίδι όσα και αν πάρω θα είναι λίγα (θα είναι λίγα)
Παίζω με το power shifter στην λωρίδα (στην λωρίδα)
Ναι δε άκουσα, δε μίλησα, δεν είδα (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Δεν θα αφήσω στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα (δεν θα αφήσω)
Στο παιχνίδι όσα και αν πάρω θα είναι λίγα (όσα και αν πάρω)
Παίζω με το power shifter στην λωρίδα (παίζω με το pow)
Ναι δε άκουσα, δε μίλησα, δεν είδα (δεν είδα)

Verse 1: ATC Taff
Τώρα όλοι έχουν χρήματα, πουτάνες, κονέ
Όσα είδα με το crew μου δε θα δούνε ποτέ
Ονειρεύεσαι την φήμη, να γυρνάς κυριλέ
Να έχεις glock μέσα στο Philipp και την κόκα στο Benz (ναι)
Το κύμα που θα σπρώξεις καβαλάω σα το Hovercraft
Γκάνια κουβαλάνε οι δικοί μου σα το Borderlands (pow)
Το γαμήσι φέρνουμε on demand
Θα κάνω τον δίσκο μου πλατίνα και καινούριο brand
Eεεε, είπα θα αλλάξω ζωή
Μα πριν γαμήσω αυτήν δε τελείωσα με την μουσική
Ε δε με νοιάζει να τους πείσω όπως το βλέπεις εσύ
Πείρα τον δύσκολο το δρόμο, δεν πούλησα ψυχή
Δουλεύω τα LP, μαλακά σαν workaholic
Πια θα ανοίγουν τα πακέτα μου σα να είναι unboxholic
Θεϊκά πειράματα, το style μου diabolic
Άλλη μια φορά το hook μου να το πούνε όλοι (όλοι)

Chorus: ATC Taff
Δεν θα αφήσω στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα (στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα)
Στο παιχνίδι όσα και αν πάρω θα είναι λίγα (θα είναι λίγα)
Παίζω με το power shifter στην λωρίδα (στην λωρίδα)
Ναι δε άκουσα, δε μίλησα, δεν είδα (δεν είδα)
Δεν θα αφήσω στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα (στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα)
Στο παιχνίδι όσα και αν πάρω θα είναι λίγα (θα είναι λίγα)
Παίζω με το power shifter στην λωρίδα (στην λωρίδα)
Ναι δε άκουσα, δε μίλησα, δεν είδα (δεν είδα)

Verse 2: ATC Taff
Thunder flow με Absinth purple haze, you know
My job is like some fucking holidays, Hugo
Έκανα τον εαυτό μου κάτι πάνω από Boss
Στο mic σε τρώω σα παγωτό περνιέσαι και πονηρός
Στη σέντρα Nate Diaz και το φτάνω τζιβάνα οσο σου πάω το Smart-άκι σαν να είναι η Gymkhana
Είχα στο πάρκο skate blind και εξάδα Montana
Ένα διπλό ζαχαροκαλαμο, μια τούρμπο Havana
Ξέρω τους στοίχους αν τιμάει ή αν απλά τα λέει
Θέλω αλεξίσφαιρη Aston Martin, μπίλια μές το LA
Χαπακωμένος σε event σαν μουν στο Montreal
Πνίγω το flow σου στον νιπτήρα, Casino Royale

Verse 3: ATC Taff
Έχω το μπαμ
Τα track μου κανουν bang σαν σκάγια
Έχω το μπαμ
Στο βλέμμα μου, τον πόνο κομμάτια
Αυτό το Gang
Με έκανε να βάλω τα γάντια
Αυτό το rank
Με έβαλε σε άλλα μονοπάτια

Chorus: ATC Taff
Δεν θα αφήσω στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα (στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα)
Στο παιχνίδι όσα και αν πάρω θα είναι λίγα (θα είναι λίγα)
Παίζω με το power shifter στην λωρίδα (στην λωρίδα)
Ναι δε άκουσα, δε μίλησα, δεν είδα (δεν είδα)
Δεν θα αφήσω στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα (στον αντίπαλο ελπίδα)
Στο παιχνίδι όσα και αν πάρω θα είναι λίγα (όσα και αν πάρω)
Παίζω με το power shifter στην λωρίδα (στην λωρίδα)
Ναι δε άκουσα, δε μίλησα, δεν είδα (δεν είδα)