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Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Shout out to the realest of the dying breed. Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh. K-O-T, that broke beat. I'm just making moves, yeah. If you trust a bitch, you lose, yeah. I got too much power, watch the shoes, yeah. To the maximum, I groove, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm just making moves, yeah. If you trust a bitch, you lose, yeah. I got too much power, watch the shoes, yeah. To the maximum, I groove, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Under clouds I'm flying, on my Instagram you spying. Opps hyenas, I'm a lion, she a cheetah, time Is flying. Live on meter, time to go to Sleep, bye-oh, bye-oh. Я взлетаю, брюли на зубах сияют. Самый грязный из Майами, это Кузя Дымовой. Ты что, не слышал и не знаешь? Дышу гашем, потеет ядом. Никому не доверяй, домой приносит доброту. Но если ты его кидаешь, станет очень злым. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta. K-O-T, that broke beat. Yeah, uh-huh. One-two, one-two. Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah. I be on the block, boy, really, really. Make your body rock, boy, really, really. All you see is hot toys, really, really. These guns make a lot of noise. No hot boy, you silly, silly. Ten toes down, no chicken Philly. Mahi mahi on my plate, smoking that gorilla, Illy. Time to blast off in my city, all The bad bitches with me. They just tryna have a little free dinny. Um, no, but I got a dealie for you, Who cares? Come to Winnie Pooh Bear. No free smoke? Who scared? Give me that Runt zippy, blaze 'til my lungs Chilling. Got your girl's nipples looking so goddamn Chilly. Off the sense-a-milly, uh, prepared with the Skillies of a sharpshooter, uh. Always carry big bizzies, cookie barracuda, Uh. Get lost, hoe, in the Bermuda. Cyka, what you think I'm stupid, dude-a? What love, what drugs, what a thug to do. If I'm a thug with you, only fucking with The truth. Are you true? Big billies only blue. Are you real or am I lucid dreaming again, Boo? Could this be déjà vu? This a nightmare, slow punch air. We don't fight fair. She wanna be choosy, have My woody go Buzz Lightyear. To infinity and beyond. Circle small, no squares. You can bet I'ma put on, yeah. Ten years in the making, two hundred tracks in The basement. I'm baking edibles, got your happy ass Shaking. Little animal know I got plenty cash. No patience, so much brain got my head aching. Real ones never get mistaken. I need me a chick who's frisky and vicious, Smart and delicious. Loves getting fucked in the Kitchen while washing the dishes. 'Bout to run me a mission, so many fish In the sea, cast net fishing. Won't catch me slipping, no, no. Pistol gripping, dirty thoughts tripping, dipping Dots dripping. Flirted kittens, you better listen, I Be tipping and big pimping. Haircut Wilson, lost at sea with some vixens. My government name Viktor, roll me big buds, Live huh. Really, really, really, Really, really, really. Really, really, really, really, Really, really. Но сам им делай, но сам им делай, what, What, what? I be on the block, boy, really, Really. Make your body rock, boy, really, really. All you see is hot toys, really, really. These guns make a lot of noise. No hot boy, you silly, silly. K-O-T
Kooza K2o — Makin Moves, Really Really
«Makin Moves, Really Really» — Kooza K2o. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:05. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
