Текст песни griga mastas ft. Watsky - Наш баттл

O hai
i’m that guy
built so fly in a silk bow tie
don’t know why i’m built so fly
but i am, no lie
oh my
rolled by on a low ride Huffy
sitting on the pegs, shelltoes puffy
cuff rolled up to my calf
class out the ass
bad with the swag like buffy
Gotta be the one to bite the bullet i’m sinner but i bet I coulda been a better man
I wanna be zen. but I go sipping on some medicine instead of meditating but I get when i can
I don’t wanna wind up in the gutter with a bottle of malt-
liquor, bitter cause i never got a call
telling me
that it’s all
figured out
i’m sick of doubt
but i’m looking at the wall
part of me was hoping to be caught up in the moment and to be open to the good and the God in me
but i got a labotomy and i get that I oughtta become a bit of an oddity when somebody gets offended by the thought of me
who’s he? you gotta be kidding me
do me like Gabourey Sidibe
if you see me with a chickadee
no diggity it’ll be giggity giggity giggity
gonna send it like a letter from above
with a woman that I love
cause I get it like i live
but if my baby’s gay I’ll say you go gay baby, work that crib!
work that bib
burp that kid
screw po-lice
flip that car
i don’t want a Jesus piece
but i want a Reece’s Piece and a Kit Kat Bar
I want everybody focusing on getting me to Letterman to kick it for the betterment of innocent Americans who never want to settle for their pop
Or not–
my bedroom rocks
and the beat still knocks
when I sort my socks
i’m five foot eleven of sex from the tip of my head to my gorgeous knees

Сколько бы ты не пытался валить до финала, победы полюбому не будет.
И griga на батоле тут далеко не слабак, не пытайся мне ноги сломать.
Ты походу пацан добежал до конца, но не батела, а до конца полупрозы.
Пока нам не поздно, давай кА по боремся, видимо надо бы звать меня боссом.

Ты ради того чтобы биться на равных, ведёшь себя будто тупые бараны.
Пора бы доказать что griga готов, а потом ты падонок свали кА на дно.
Хули вы любили балаболов, переборами на голову накину тебе пару раз.
Чтобы закачалась, голова, но маловато баловать, ебало вам, и дабы порубать.

Вас, как сук, я тебя обоссу.
Хоть ведите под суд, это полный абсурд.
Мы ребята вас будим, этот рэпчик доступен.
Наступайте на ступни, но ваш день не наступит.

Давай покажите чему научились дебилы я буду топить будто кошек.
На битве не можете вы выдавать дабл таймы, ведь это приводит к дебошу.
Вы метите типа на первое место, ребята вы бездари, зря вы полезли.
На баттл где текстовики вырубают, мы тупо поводим по горлу вам лезвием.

Ха, мы не намеренны с вами делиться и сваливать тоже не будем.
Позвали нас добрые люди, гандоны на студии, вы тут подобно простуде.
Паскуды вы мутите скудно, но вынести вас мы обязаны, разными фразами.
Чтобы поменьше ходили дебилы, противники мигом вы в краске заляпаны.

Напополам поломали вам головы, видимо гомики, дети вы гоните.
Темы мы мутим, но демоны вам не видать ни лавэ ни победы по сути.
Ребята на выход, ебашиться будем, задавим как будто ладонями груди.
Но griga ты супер, мы тут тебя любим, соперники нам не нужны будто муди.

На моду мы ложем, намордники нам не нужны, не попутали мы берега.
Оберегать полюбому не будем и griga не мутит, такого чтоб был перегар..
Пока дети шепотом валят им жопы надрали, мы будем валить до финала.
На батоле будет один победитель, а мы номинанты, ЭТО НАШ БАТТЛ

O hai
i'm that guy
built so fly in a silk bow tie
don't know why i'm built so fly
but i am, no lie
oh my
rolled by on a low ride Huffy
sitting on the pegs, shelltoes puffy
cuff rolled up to my calf
class out the ass
bad with the swag like buffy
Gotta be the one to bite the bullet i'm sinner but i bet I coulda been a better man
I wanna be zen. but I go sipping on some medicine instead of meditating but I get when i can
I don't wanna wind up in the gutter with a bottle of malt-
liquor, bitter cause i never got a call
telling me
that it's all
figured out
i'm sick of doubt
but i'm looking at the wall
part of me was hoping to be caught up in the moment and to be open to the good and the God in me
but i got a labotomy and i get that I oughtta become a bit of an oddity when somebody gets offended by the thought of me
who's he? you gotta be kidding me
do me like Gabourey Sidibe
if you see me with a chickadee
no diggity it'll be giggity giggity giggity
gonna send it like a letter from above
with a woman that I love
cause I get it like i live
but if my baby's gay I'll say you go gay baby, work that crib!
work that bib
burp that kid
screw po-lice
flip that car
i don't want a Jesus piece
but i want a Reece's Piece and a Kit Kat Bar
I want everybody focusing on getting me to Letterman to kick it for the betterment of innocent Americans who never want to settle for their pop
Or not-
my bedroom rocks
and the beat still knocks
when I sort my socks
i'm five foot eleven of sex from the tip of my head to my gorgeous knees

How would you not try to bring down the final, victory will not come to love .
And griga Batol on here is not a wimp , do not try to break my legs .
You hike kid ran up to the end, but not Batelle , and by the end poluprozy .
While we are not too late , let's fight for kA probably ought to call me boss.

You in order to fight on equal terms , behaving like stupid sheep .
It's time to prove that griga ready , and then you bastard Svali kA at the bottom.
Fuck you loved balabolov brute force on the head a couple of times you Naquin .
To download , head, but not enough to spoil , you fuck up , and so chopped down .

You like bitches , I'm obossu .
Even lead to court , that is absurd .
We wake up to you guys , this repchik available .
Stepping on the foot, but your day will come .

Let's show what they have learned morons I'll drown if cats.
On the battle can not give you double halves , because it leads to a brawl .
Metite you type in the first place , you guys mediocrity , you have got nothing .
Buttle on where lyricist cut down , we stupidly reins on your throat blade.

Ha , we do not intentionally share with you and will not dump too .
Called us good people , scumbags in the studio , are you like a cold.
Bastard you mutite scantily but make you we owe different phrases.
Went to a smaller morons , you instantly opponents in the paint splattered .

Broke in half you head , apparently homosexuals , children chase you .
Topics we mutim , but the demons you do not see either lave no victory indeed.
The guys on the way out, we ebashit asking as if his hands chest.
But griga you are super, we love you here , we do not need rivals like Moody.

On the bed we fashion , muzzles we do not need , we are not misled shore.
Protect and to love will not griga not sickened , so this was a fume ..
While the children whisper their asses kicked felled , we will bring down the final.
On Batol will be one winner and we nominees , this is our Battle