Malik Montana, Kazior, Alberto - Biznesmeni z podwórka

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L1 The Producer
Traphouse Mob

[References: Malik Montana]
SIM card, new number on the bar
Coke and glittering on the table lump
What and with whom, businessmen from the backyard
Look who you trust.
Look who you trust (Pow, Pow, Pow, Pow)

[Substance 1: Kazior]
Here, where usually
All dreams turn to ashes.
I’m coming out of the block, making my money on the side.
Hustler year, income counts (ohh)
No fingerprints, no evidence.
I put themes in the car
I’ve already hired people to pick up.
I multiply money, no face, no case
Bag of kind, I’ll take what I want.
God forbid that fool, you don’t kneel before the court.
I’m probably going to hell because I have blood on my hands.

[Substance 2: Alberto]
Targets on the map I draw with blood of enemies after holy peace
Cash, weed, California, smoke in the block back in the dark.
Five!
I’m leaving the club outside.
The officer comes to me with accusations
A target, shut up, I don’t know anything.
Call the lawyer, I don’t know anything.
I have a chance, not seven lives.
In Samara Drugs, in bar file
New Nike because it’s a settlement style
I felt that ride as a little asshole.
Limousine Black Mercedes
Panorama in the CLS-Log
Odd-looking dog
Air Force, black training suit
You know what it’s like to be a brother.
None of us go back, no, no, no, no, no, no.
[References: Malik Montana]
SIM card, new number on the bar
Coke and glittering on the table lump
What and with whom, businessmen from the backyard
Look who you trust.
Look who you trust (Pow, Pow, Pow, Pow)

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L1 The Producer
Traphouse Mob