Tommy Cash - Baba Yaga текст песни

Break it, shake it, one, two!
You better hide, 'cause I’m coming for you!
Funny sounds, get ready, fool!
I’ll impregnate you, with this tune!
Professional rap superstar
This is it!
Billions of swag, got tights on my body
Girls on the street: «Oh, ain’t that a hottie?»
So I start spinning in speed of tsunami
Have you ever seen kamikaze doing karate?
up my nose, I’m all on purple
I’m quicksilver, the batch is
But by all means, I get my grind on
See my mind is dirty let me protect you with this condom
Clock ticking, ain’t no time to waste!
Haters get in line, let me shoot in your face
Kids these days they just want to play
But they lose their game, baby say my name
Professional rap superstar
This is it? This is it!
This is it? This is it!
This is it? This is it!
This is it? This is it!
This is it? This is it!
This is it? This is it!
This is it? Yes, this is it!
'Euroz Dollaz Yeniz', album
So, I’m back, relaxed, fresh as a wannabe
Son of a God, shoes with wings. Hercules
Or a baby from far beyond Mercury
Freak from Twin Peaks, fire walk with me
I don’t do this everyday, only on occasions
me, but she also like asian
I been thinking about you
I been thinking about something, damn I’m fucking hungry
Gimme food, gimme food!
Gimme food, gimme food!
Gimme food, gimme food!
Gimme food, gimme food!
Gimme food!
Damn I’m fucking hungry! (Ha-ha-ha-ha)