алло (allo) loqiemean lyrics english

[Intro]
Hey
Oki, fucking him, Loki
Hello
I (U)

[Verse 1]
Loki’s tracks, like Spottik after entering
Many moves, and you poured all the sparks into junk, like Limp Bizkit
Overcome boredom, Toko have you changed the market?
Well popizdi, how difficult is it to screw the screws into the dowels.

You fucking fought backstage, like me?
To go head over heels under TikTok?
Bro, fuck, drink poison

You stuffed the bosses in the mouth, but
there is no better promo for them.
Self-made goes to them on the carpet
To put your fucking in the banner, hello! (Hello) A

Russian rap suddenly got up from his knees and turned loudly Do
not wipe it with a drill, as if it were curling
I’m surprised that there is no praise from Pornorep
Dani does not stand for the sound, Dani stands on the trunks (Hah!)

They write: “genius”
For hack in two albums they praise as for the first
Abusers-lazy suddenly become enchanted by the muse
I don’t go over their heads, I just kick trash

New sound, new style to break the format!
But the stigma cannot be washed away! You are only a substitute for assholes
Your punk is copy-paste, your favorite punk is Cobain
But you would piss to be him, and even put on a dress

[Chorus]
Gentlemen, hello, gentlemen, hello
Lord, hello, gentlemen, hello
Lord, hello, gentlemen, hello
Lord, hello, gentlemen, hello

[Verse 2]
Where is the groove? You licked only the shadow (Lick-lick)
You don’t have any springs – you are whiter Befriend
through the signature in the NDA (Where is G?)
You G only in MPAA terms

You are fucking softer than chickens. fillet
It’s easy to mold you with
Shalom British!

Russian will confuse your drill bits with the rotisserie
you are trained to think only
In-calf Trin-grass
I sandpiper praises swamp
Doebu as cockatoos ( for What the fuck? )
If you do not dig far:

Small computer gave
chance – does not equal easy
Poked akai don
Ding-don-ding
Kapal on my mother’s brains
But I watched the process:

There, where Loki, there were fires in a flash (Yeh)
Two weeks top-one and without stupid hits
I yawn angrily where you
flowed like a river under a type-beat

I do not need to
plunge into the image , like in concrete
For what it is worth – there is a compass
I am like Konyukhov Fedor

[Chorus]
Gentlemen, hello, gentlemen, hello
Lord, hello, gentlemen, hello
Lord, hello, gentlemen, hello
Lord, hello, gentlemen,

hello [Autro]
And
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