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[Интро]
PowerPuff Luv, я
Бульвар Депо
Свэг

[Куплет 1: Boulevard Depo]
PowerPuff Luv и каждый под high kick
Папа был прав — Лав стал такой тактик
Наблюдай, как я стал такой практик
Смерть держит в когтях мой огромный my dick
Две сотни лет уже я выгляжу как мальчик
Душу не продал, не был этим озадачен
Нет, я не Ратмир, и все в этот раз иначе
Выпил таблетки, ищите меня в Кащенко

[Припев]
Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко
Money flippin’ Кащенко, trappin’ out the Кащенко
Вау, Кащенко, Young Thug in Кащенко

[Куплет: PowerPuff Luv]
Нет, не прятаю в носке, деньги в сумке от «Версаче»
Попробуй достать — тебя кинут в черный ящик
Я плод с куста, ищите меня в Кащенко
Со мною Бульвар, а, бля, это я же
Прихожу на рандом к тебе в гости, гандон
Нашинкую в лапшу, накормлю весь притон
Посему, потому я торчу у Депо
В голове, как в тюрьме, абсолютное зло

[Припев]
Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко
Powerpuff in Кащенко, и Бульвар в Кащенко
Trappin’ out in Кащенко, я money flippin’ Кащенко
Бум блэм, Кащенко
Делал это в Кащенко

[Аутро]
Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко
Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко, я в Кащенко
Я в Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко
Кащенко, я

[Verse 1]
It’s a quarter past midnight
As we cut through the city
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the streets are getting restless
Good times bad decisions
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s a quarter past midnight
And the sirens are mending some hearts
But we’re the losers on the back seats
Singing “Love Will Tear Us Apart”
It’s a quarter past midnight
Still avoiding tomorrow
It’s a quarter past midnight
But we’re just getting going

[Chorus]
We keep on running
Running through a red light
Like we’re trying to burn the night away
Away-way, oh, away-way, oh

[Post-Chorus]
This is my favorite part oh
Help me piece it all together darling
Before it falls apart oh
Help me piece it all together

[Verse 2]
It’s a quarter past midnight
And the speakers are blowing
Yeah, yeah, We want the bodies on the billboards
Not the lives underneath them
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and now we’re crawling up the walls again
And its a quarter past the world
And you said we’d leave this place in dust
And fall from heaven straight through hell
We never know what we have
We never knew what we had

[Chorus]
We keep on running
Running through a red light
Like we’re trying to burn the night away
Away-way, oh, away-way, oh
Why are we always chasing after something
Like we trying to throw our lives away?
Away-way, oh, away-way, oh

[Post-Chorus]
This is my favorite part oh
Help me piece it all together darling
Before it falls apart oh
Help me piece it all together

[Bridge]
(I can’t remember, I can’t remember
I can’t remember, I can’t remember)
It’s a quarter past midnight
And the secrets are flowing
Our lips are getting looser
I don’t know what I’m saying
We never knew what we had
I never know what I’ve had

[Chorus]
We keep on running
Running through a red light
Like we’re trying to burn the night away
Away-way, oh, away-way, oh
Why are we always chasing after something
Like we trying to throw our lives away?
Away-way, oh, away-way, oh

[Post-Chorus]
This is my favorite part so
Help me piece it all together darling
Before it falls apart
Help me piece it all together

[Intro]
7seaz
RICH
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Got some bad bitches and you know that they royal
I’ve got stacked riches now my life is just spoiled
I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
Hoppin’ in the whip and always speeding 60 over
This the life I live, I never been a fucking poser
I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want

[Verse 1]
I got so many ways I could just walk
Filling the vault, picking the lock
Couldn’t just knock
Kick in like the SWAT
I’m getting choosy, I’m into Louie
Used to wear used tees, now my life like a movie
Boujee bitch she get rubies yeah, doobie lit, turn looney yeah
Booty big, no groupie yeah, looney bin, go stupid yeah
Got everything that I want, ain’t got a worry on God
Hit a bitch right on the spot
Uzi I do what I want
I do what I want

[Chorus]
Got some bad bitches and you know that they royal
I’ve got stacked riches now my life is just spoiled
I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
Hoppin’ in the whip and always speeding 60 over
This the life I live, I never been a fucking poser
I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want

[Verse 2]
Jump in the phantom
Speed through Atlanta (skrrt)
Bitch I’m outlandish (out of this land)
Why do you think that my bitch speaking Spanish
Pay with the stacks never drop a deposit
This is the life that I promised on mama
Told her I wasn’t talker
But don’t get me started
Speak on my name, speak with extra precaution
Cause I ride with the mobsters
Haters that doubted created a monster
Now I toke smoke, go farther, aye
No joke, don’t want it, aye
Go ghost, stay haunting, aye
So close, to stardom, aye
Whoa whoa, I called it

[Chorus]
Got some bad bitches and you know that they royal
I’ve got stacked riches now my life is just spoiled
I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
Hoppin’ in the whip and always speeding 60 over
This the life I live, I never been a fucking poser
I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want
I ain’t got no worries no more, I do what I want

[Outro]
I ain’t got no worries no more
Chasing the bags
I ain’t got no worries no more
Haters be mad
I ain’t got no worries no more
Now I just laugh
I ain’t got no worries no more
No more

[Hook]
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Whatever you do, just make sure you get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Crib so big, that it came with a maid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid

[Verse 1]
Rule number 1, get the money first
Rule number 2, don’t forget to get the money
Play by these rules and everything will be okay
Still in my trap, flipping my Frito-Lays
Go get the money, it ain’t nothing else important to me
I showed her a Xanax, she hurried up and took
I fucked her so good, she got up and started cooking
Rolling up big blunts, and a pound of cookies
If yeen got 40 bands, then you can’t book me
Pulled up on the side of your bitch, she wouldn’t stop looking
That bitch good as tooken, good as gone
I guarantee tonight my nigga, that bitch ain’t coming home
I got money to count, I got bitches to fuck
I got packs to flip, pistols to bust
When I was small, I ain’t have nothing
Started selling dope, and prayed to God for a plug
He showed up and said

[Hook]
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Whatever you do, just make sure you get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Crib so big, that it came with a maid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid

[Verse 2]
Get paid nigga, get paid bitch
You on some rich nigga shit, we on the same shit
Me and my Memphis Grizzly partners fuck the same bitches
The only difference is I’m a trap nigga
Don’t you hear it in my voice when I rap nigga?
I’m on South Beach with E Feezy throwing stacks nigga
Turn to the match nigga, facts nigga
She met me for the first time, didn’t know how to act nigga
Double R, parked in my motherfucking front yard
Trap jumping like the motherfucking Million Man March
If she ain’t got a fat ass, the she can’t get up in this car
I can tell if that ass real or fake by how she walk

[Hook]
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Whatever you do, just make sure you get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Crib so big, that it came with a maid
Get paid, young nigga, get paid

[Hook]
Going steady, when I can’t have it
They don’t want you happy, bitch it’s Dj Khaled
They don’t want me living in a fucking mansion
They just want me dead cuz’ a nigga savage
Guess what?
I’m filthy rich
Chef what we got on the menu here
A bunch of niggas hating on my derriere
That’s why I gotta shit on you every year

[Verse 1: Azizi Gibson]
Oh you like my style
Yeah this shit is lethal
Girl I’ll give you a call if a nigga need you
Bitch; I am center stage you don’t get a preview
And I don’t need my eyes cuz’ you niggas see-through
Yeah we dressed up, yeah we fresh as fuck
All I drip is steeze take a sip nigga
500 degrees talking lit nigga
Oh you smell that breeze that’s a rich nigga
I get paper
Why you people mad
Tryna blame me for your negatives, boy that shit is trash
That’s why we always on some other shit nigga do the math
That’s why you got nothing to show fo’
And nigga I’m back

[Hook]
Going steady, when I can’t have it
They don’t want you happy, bitch it’s DJ Khaled
They don’t want me living in a fucking mansion
They just want me dead cuz’ a nigga savage
Guess what?
I’m filthy rich
Chef what we got on the menu here
A bunch of niggas hating on my derriere
That’s why I gotta shit on you every year

[Verse 2: Azizi Gibson]
Make her twerk
Boy I love women
I don’t mean to brag but these my bitches
Damn that ass is fat and I’m tryn’ hit it
I just wave a stack fuck her mans feelings
She gon’ make it clap
She gon’ get crazy
When the titties poke her eye she a fucking villain
Yeah that bangers from the south
What’s that Mississippi
Oh they don’t want me happy
Now you niggas feel me
All these bitches; I got on me
Imma hurtcha’ feelings; that’s a warning
This for all the times, niggas called me boring
I got the keys to success while y’all were snoring

[Hook]
Going steady, when I can’t have it
They don’t want you happy, bitch it’s DJ Khaled
They don’t want me living in a fucking mansion
They just want me dead cuz’ a nigga savage
Guess what?
I’m filthy rich
Chef what we got on the menu here
A bunch of niggas hating on my derriere
That’s why I gotta shit on you every year