Lyrics:
pump it up
Moscow, pump it up
Berlin, pump it up
New York, pump it up
Miami, pump it up
LA, pump it up
St. Moritz, pump it up
Milano, pump it up
Fashion
twenty bitches
I hit Moscow, fuck twin bitches
I bought a watch, and the bitch came with it
Fuck all rats, we don't fuck with snitches
Dropped one
and then cloned
Nigga we don't play games, nigga
Ask my nigga cool, yeah, Savas
We do it big 'cause it's our job
from here to Moscow, nigga, and beyond
Einen Blick in Spiegel
Muss raus, wo ist die Liebe?
Wo ist die Crew, ey, (meine Crew), wo ist mein Moscow Mule, ey (mein Mule)?
Und ich geb' Gas für
una giostra che gira
Nerazzurra rossonera
Emis Killa in Carrera
Per me Milano è Duomo, Corso Como ed ogni suo locale
Bere Moscow, fare tappa al
of how crazy I make these words rhyme
Sold out shows, they cheering for me
I can't believe that everyone here is for me
Last stop Moscow, minus twenty
the night some Broadway a life,
Ahha, remember the night some Broadway a life
Now you a movie star, super star,
Moscow goes to here we are, red carpet
and voices from the past
Across the dial from Moscow to Cologne:
Interference in the night
Thousand miles on either side
Stations fading into the unknown:
looked at him with terror and with fear
But to moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of love, ecstasy
in the beach in Brazil
In Moscow they think I'm from Siberia
People laugh at my accent when I'm in Madrid
Maybe I should try in Afghanistan
I wish I
know a lady assassin
She's lithe but impossibly strong
She's killed half of Moscow
She owns her own crossbow
A master of disguise who can speak any
ماشي، ماشي فاهم
Moscow, Rafiek
ياه، ياه ماشي
نظارة وكاب وسحابة وضرب الاختام
بالظبط عرفت الإجابة إنت في إيدي زي الاقلام
تتشدوا بشدة لجام عشان
the way I make it fun without cash bruh
I be feel like M. Jackson
Moon walk in a Moscow
I got rich Russian accent
Just sit and relax
Here’s me & my diamonds
Корусант из Moscow-City
(Думал, что ты выше FRESCO?)
Опп, осторожно, step как у Уилл Смита
Какая таможня? У меня напиток
Поднялся наверх, как на лифте
Моя
Eve or Adam, anyone you ask for We'll find somehow, Sor or Madam, if you get a taste for Paris, Berlin Moscow, Enter any telephone kiosk O Have your
травмат, ведь я делаю тихо
495, я в Москве родился
Moscow shot gang, bitch, я в пилсах
Каждый день на студии — вечная миссия
Нахуй твой перк, я и так
novanta fotti I ricchi Robin hood
Bicchieri mezzi pieni versa Moscow mule
Billboards in Moscow
Phone ringing off the hook
I can't answer it, not now
Come on, with me
So they told me
They never disown me and I believed it
The gold
Moscow, baby, no swerving
Ooh, yeah
It's Gravy time, uh
I got the WAP
When I step on the block
Everybody fly, Gravy o'clock
She said that I'm hot
St. Petersburg, Moscow, to Lisbon, Bordeaux
From Zurich to Scotland, Slovenia
And the Ukraine
It's 'cause we love to entertain!
We been here before,
Feeding programs
Reading dials they're tapping the
Phone again - nice!
And the bill lands on the doormat
Calls to Moscow calls
To Mars you'd call
Transit Moscow, 3:50 am,
The road and the sign and the rain,
He sees the border guards
Gaping at his tank,
And says: Open that gate
While you
of the trade
There's more tanks than food in the Ogaden
It looks like Moscow got it wrong again
I'm hearing only bad news from Radio Africa
I'm hearing
When she's hot it's the heat of a burning at the stake
And when she's cold it's the chill of a frozen Moscow lake
And when she smiles is it real
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