BRONICKIY, V1STUNOV - СКАЖИ МНЕ - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I’m from ’08—ho, she’ll hop on the 8—ho

And all her little buddies? They’re irrelevant; we’ll lay them out—playfully

Tell me who your daddy is, boy, and I’ll introduce you to my babygun

Tell me your price, boy, and I’ll sell you off for a capybara (Hey)

Tell me your price—we’ll settle up in percentages (What?)

Tell us your price—and we won’t leave you in one piece (What?)

Tell us about your crib—we won’t be left without a target

Tell us about your bitch—damn, you really don’t value yourself for shit

Fuck all your rap—nah, I don’t need that, boy

Tell me about your broke ass life—at what age did you start slinging? If you don't pay me back on time, watch your summer house burn to the ground

If you don't pay up on time, we'll cut off another one of your fingers

Bitch, ten blister packs—that’s an easy task for me

Bitch, twenty bars of rhymes—that’s an easy task for me

Right now, I’m laying it down on the mic like a fucking asphalt paver

I didn't write any further—I just ran out of punchlines

I’ll eat you up, but you ain't food—you’re just a soft little boy

I’ll eat you up, you’re my business lunch—you’re a soft little bitch-boy

I just rapped that like shit; let me try it a different way—fuck

Looks like I totally lost my flow, goddammit

Some local bitches try to gimme my respect

I’m a local member; remember I’m right here, I’m in the building

I could offer a handshake, but instead, I serve up vengeance

You could speak the truth, but all I hear in your words is flattery

You could have told the whole story, but you only told half of it

You talk shit behind my back, but flash a fake smile when we meet face-to-face

I’ll keep every last penny of the profits we earned—all for myself

Sound waves, audio overloads—my mouth is dry right now, the beat is heavy

We shot some porn on an iPhone; we’re gonna reboot your ho

We hired a doorman together; we’re gonna unload all your bags

We filmed an autopsy on tape; we’re gonna boost our skill levels

Bitch, ten blister packs—that’s an easy task for me

Twenty bars of rhymes—that’s an easy task for me

I’m laying it down on the microphone—it’s like an asphalt paver