Давай! This is how we live Раз, два, три! Red roubles what you have to give Nothing is for free Don't need a big expensive car I'll ride a fucking bike Red roubles and some семечки Exactly what I like Blood is pumping mama's квас Big red roubles - это класс No fast Lada in garage Just my девочки and bass From zero to пиздец I go in half a second flat Because in Soviet Russia Hardbass play you, блять Раз, два, три, о! Давай! This is how we live Раз, два, три! Red roubles what you have to give Nothing is for free Don't need a big expensive car I'll ride a fucking bike Red roubles and some семечки Exactly what I like Blood is pumping mama's квас Big red roubles - это класс No fast Lada in garage Just my девочки and bass From zero to пиздец I go in half a second flat Because in Soviet Russia Hardbass play you, блять

Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Qui peut sauver la Nation? Un seul nom, Napoléon Impossible n'est pas Français Et ça, il nous l'promet Pas vraiment l'homme de ces dames Mais l'homme des champs d'bataille Du haut de ses 1.20m Il a dominé tous les terrains Les sciences modernes Napoléon! Les grandes victoires? Napoléon! Les coups de canons? Napoléon! Les bons oignons? Napoléon! Les sciences modernes? Napoléon! Les grandes victoires? Napoléon! Les coups de canons? Napoléon! Hon, hon, hon Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Il ira jusqu'au sommet C'est ça le destin Français Sur l'europe il compte régner Son empire doit triompher (Napo-polé-napoléon!) Les sciences modernes? Napoléon! Les grandes victoires? Napoléon! Les coups de canons? Napoléon! Les bons oignons? Napoléon! (Napoléon, Napoléon) (Napoléon, Napoléon) (Napoléon, Napoléon) Hon, hon, hon Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! (Napoléon!)

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Ay and i still give a fuck if yo Og sleeping I can bring this music real loud in yo residence I'm tryna fill my pockets full of these presidents Im finna bring my name up bring up my relevance None of these niggas can't match cuz there ain't none better then That lil Mexican That lil boy so eloquent He pop out so elegant Them hoes all wanna hate wanna talk bout shit Cause they say i'm arrogant I ain't even gon lash out i ain't talking my shit Cause that ain't my etiquette Cuz i been stuck in my element I been feeling so excellent Im still diving in head first Y'all niggas still too hesitant We still slide to the residence We still stashing that evidence I need to spin through the reverend I needa preach my testament Cuz no i don't know no Cleo baby I don't know no Bryan Brown skin bash i'm a migo baby Hang with negroes and mayans Cause a poc what i'll always be I do that without trying Wait ay Even though niggas came from the rags You gon know where I'm dying Bread Rich I'm finna get it I'm finna run it up till my momma all across states Im finna count it up I need twenty-thousand square feet in new real estate You can try to shit on me Try to throw dirt Try to talk shit Try to hate These niggas toxic on that opp shit Cuz they been seen that we great Middle finger fuck Twelve And them blue devils that just keep tryna call the jakes We be at a protest with our fists up You don't wanna see us up the stakes You be at a protest gettin flicked up Just so you could say you showed face Damn i swear these niggas These hoes really move too fake And I peeped the track where you act political But Im knowing shit is for a bag You can try to switch the beat and talk lyrical But the shit really just a fad These niggas tap dance for the white man But I'm never goin out sad Cuz them niggas know I would rather walk For i spend the guap on a Jag Ay and i still give a fuck if yo Og sleeping I can bring this music real loud in yo residence I'm tryna fill my pockets full of these presidents Im finna bring my name up bring up my relevance None of these niggas cant match cuz there ain't none better then