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Йо, привет, писюн, тебе пишет твой директор!
(Spotlights, cameras, villas, cars)
Spotlights, cameras, villas, cars
Makin' noise in the clubs
Livin' life of a superstar
On board of a jet
Still tryin' to forget
The 9 to 6 struggle
Wakin' in cold sweat
I go hard every day
You better believe
Makin' figures of six
Man, you ain't achieving this
Call me all you want
A sellout, scumbag
In the end you one
To pay all my goddamn bills
You try to tell me what's right and what's wrong
You accuse me of what I am not
Talking shit behind my back
Poppin pillies of prozac
Wonder why they call me maniac?
I will strip you out of your skin
I eat bitches like you for lunch
You talking so damn much!
Where's your goddamn shame?
Fucking with my self-made fame
Always been first in the game
Dr. Z you know the name, bitch
Always there to break the fun
Lazy shit you better run
Party is about to start
Turn the volume up!
Ohhh yeah!
Pour that shit into my cup, bitch
Today we celebrate the time
We have to be alive
Baddest people in my crib
Will take over the world
Sippin' wine out of the bottle
On my throne out of gold
You had no fucking faith in me
But still I win, as you can see
Cos' I have become everything
They never wanted me to be
You can tell me
All you want but
I don't care
All you see
Is negative
That's why you so upset
All the world
Could be yours but
You pretend
To be the victim
But your life
Is fucked because of you
I MADE YOU MY BITCH
You can tell me
All you want but
I don't care
All you see
Is negative
That's why you so upset
All the world
Could be yours but
You pretend
To be the victim
But your life
Is fucked because of you
