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Mort

IV Eight, drop this shit
Mort mort mort, mult prea mult
Multe pizde da tot le fut
Shtou prea unic si stil ce-aduc
Pete pe suflet da si pe trup
Mort mort mort, mult prea mult
Multe pizde da tot le fut
Shtou prea unic si stil ce-aduc
Pete pe suflet da si pe trup
In spate armata exact ca la ceafa
Ca pana acum n-a fost in zadar
Pot sa vorbesti tot ramai Taca-Taca
Si daca scot lama stii ca te-am gata
Coaie eu te-am dat gata, gata, gata
Coaie te-am dat gata
Tananananananana
Cu fratii la stu', o yeah
Plamani cenusii, o yeah
Iau bani nu m-agit, o yeah
Ca sa imi revin, o yeah
Cu fratii la stu', o yeah
Plamani cenusii, o yeah
Iau bani nu m-agit, o yeah
Ca sa imi revin, o yeah
(Cu fratii la stu', o yeah)
(Plamani cenusii, o yeah)
(Iau bani nu m-agit, o yeah)
(Ca sa imi revin, o yeah)
Mort mort mort, mult prea mult
Multe pizde da tot le fut
Shtou prea unic si stil ce-aduc
Pete pe suflet da si pe trup
Mort mort mort, mult prea mult
Multe pizde da tot le fut
Shtou prea unic si stil ce-aduc
Pete pe suflet da si pe trup

Dead

IV Eight, drop this shit
Dead, dead, dead, way too much
So many bitches, I fuck 'em all
My flow's too unique, the style I bring
Scars on my soul and on my body
Dead, dead, dead, way too much
So many bitches, I fuck 'em all
My flow's too unique, the style I bring
Scars on my soul and on my body
Army behind me, just like on my neck
'Cause until now, it hasn't been in vain
You can talk all you want, you're still Taca-Taca (Silent)
And if I pull out the blade, you know I got you
Man, I finished you, finished, finished
Man, I finished you
Tananananananana
With the brothers at the studio, oh yeah
Grey lungs, oh yeah
I get money, I don't stress, oh yeah
To recover, oh yeah
With the brothers at the studio, oh yeah
Grey lungs, oh yeah
I get money, I don't stress, oh yeah
To recover, oh yeah
(With the brothers at the studio, oh yeah)
(Grey lungs, oh yeah)
(I get money, I don't stress, oh yeah)
(To recover, oh yeah)
Dead, dead, dead, way too much
So many bitches, I fuck 'em all
My flow's too unique, the style I bring
Scars on my soul and on my body
Dead, dead, dead, way too much
So many bitches, I fuck 'em all
My flow's too unique, the style I bring
Scars on my soul and on my body