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Styles Не ходи сюда,не ходи сюда Видиш это кляк кляк,мы те не друзья Я хочу наверх,хочу в New York Times Это 1.Kla$,это Хуй в рот Styles Я не успокоюсь

I had a friend named Victor The two of us used to hang every single day and it seemed like overnight that his whole life just changed I know when his

What's a man supposed to be without a brother like you Almost survivor but now i miss you It's like sixteen years ago That's when i met you Bullshit

protection We can take it to the car or the back of the club Any place doesn’t matter, baby gimme some love If you’re down with my style we can do it

Styles yeah that's the dealer The dealer yo, I've got the new flow Never capped the 6, but maybe soon thow Catch me by surprise, I'm the hit navigator Kaye Styles

let the sound hit ya Snap it's already ya style picture (Lot electrical) [Chorus] [Tak] Who the hell wear splittin' the belly up on a selfish Shinnin' in your style

Not on my time punk, you gotta be out your mind I'm bringin' all the heads and watch the crowd Hands up and they screamin' out “Styles, Styles, Styles

Shout out my name, you bitch [Verse 1] Oh, yeah, who wanna rip with Styles? The whole place on the lookout for Mr. Brown We've got, plenty of clues and

[Verse 1: Takbir] Yo, swing the sword for the classic year Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear Who can, fathom asthma, dash for air Spittin