Текст песни Fkurse - Rington

Is that clear?

Jumps on me like an African
I have four zeros on my cards
My brother is now branded
And I roll myself at sunset
We do everything ourselves, bro.
And you shout to everyone, help
Are the bitches yelling at us? Bitches, don't bark!
We receive it in our hands, you search on the map
I smoke Gaz and the sweet smoke flows down my fingers
She fucking doesn't like what I call a satchel
I wear oppov, because sex is safer this way
I put her in doggy style and write on micro
I made a beat and now he's nobody
I smoked seven at a time - it's fucking crazy
Can you put this track on your ringtone?

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Ringto-o-o-o-on
Ringto-o-o-o-on (hey)