[Intro]
Oh my God
[Verse 1: CLONNEX]
They all don’t get (Hey, is it dumbo?), how I make this shit for so many years
This shawty from Ternopil gives me a fang, and she gives it fine
I’ll roll myself some «jummy», I breath out ghost with my bro
I’ll build one day a studio in a forest in the Carpathians
My neighbors will be molfars, and we’ll smoke through trembita
Even Mavky turn into groupies, when YAKATA takes mic
I'll sip right in mountains, Atlanta with me on a tube
Sorry bae, but I have pills, my clonny wants to sleep (My dick)
Only trouble showed me who is my true bro
I-I-I take a potion and pour it in my «Sprite»
This lil' chicken is with me, I’m like Borat (Fi-fi)
Yeah (Fi-fi)
[Chorus: CLONNEX]
Fi-fi-fi-fi-fine
This drip on me — dеsigner
Fi-fi—
Shits are in my blunt
I take a cup, my trap — that’s a trap
Fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-finе
This drip on me — designer
Shits are in my blunt
I take a cup, my trap — that’s a trap
[Verse 2: йо (yoh)]
(Esskeetit)
I sip some shit — how did I find it in Ivano-Frankivsk?
Your face stood, like on a photo
I’m looking bright — don’t get their narrow prism
Two milligrams: on this «Xanax» box is written
As her arms are on my shoulders — now we’re hanging
They want to make like us, so they make us hateful
A witch charms with her top— don’t look at hr features
It’s ritual: I give her my heart, but she asks more for Visa card
So much rice in my pack
We’re locals here, you’re just tourists
A love letter, cause this stamp is sour
She says letter «о», but I’m not a dentist
They won’t get, how I made this part so easily
I have lines, ampoules, needles, like o a Bart’s head
Now this thot is getting high, as if a painter paints facade
These two Xanax are in my hand, we just wanna sleep
Hr-r…, gang
[Chorus: CLONNEX]
Fi-fi-fi-fi-fine