[Translation of “аппарат президента 2” (presidential office 2)]
[Intro]
M-m, maslo
[Verse]
I'm black like tar; "nine" is black like Mass
Muzzle of a black barrel, like my porch and their walls
Webs, domes, like children looking for beef
You're the same as me: you're addicted, you're looking for a hit
You need a presidential office, and to take every cent
Fuck, this bitch is really something, you're under something
You, like a gentleman of fortune, all in Versace and on Bentley
So much you love these sentiments (Who do you?)
Who do you think you are? Dollar Dollar Bill?
Fuck everything you ate, fuck everything you smoked
Ain't ever anything like that have you loved
Remember? «— Devil didn't lie»
Well, then who asked you to make them fall in love with all of this?
Into nine millimeters, in these bucks and these centers
Into presidential office
Into anything that'll not allow them to avoid circumstances
And you thought that you'll get closer than you were with this bitch?
That means
[Chorus]
Drink with me, don't let spleen inside
Drink with me, son of a bitch
Drink all night
Drink like the sun does not exist
Drink with me, son of a bitch