OKI - Agent 47

[Intro: Jeremy Sochan]
Four-seven, let's get this shit, man
(Hahahaha)

[Chorus: Oki]
Agent 47, bitch (Ha! Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Hit), Hit after hit, I'm Hitman (Yeah)
I'm 47, (Aaa), and yet number one (Ha-aha)
Agent 47, bi-bi-bitch (Ha! Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Hit), Hit after hit, I'm Hitman (Yeah)
I'm 47, (Aaa), and yet number one (Ha-aha)

[Verse 1: Oki]
If career is a game, then I play without codes
There is no success without stairs
No, there is no fan base when there are no enemies
I'll give you a few reasons - my life is my proof
Because if I followed the opinion
I wouldn't make hits, Lechs
Pop killers and Empiks, Fryderyks
Just kidding, bull, no Fryderyks
A corn on a stick
Without a smile from mom, dad
Assembled, he smoked whips
He cleaned countertops, he didn't have a fuck how many platinums
(Check-check-check-check-check-check-check-check-check)
(Mmm), He didn't have a fan who would jump into the fire for this
(Check-check-check-check-check-check-check-check-check)
(Mmm), He didn't have a fan who would leave the house in a hedgehog
(Check-check-check-check-check-check-check-check-check)
He didn't have fun, and nothing else

[Transition: Oki]
Where am I? I don't know anymore
Like in heaven, to seven
You're not in heaven, it's 7-Eleven
Me twenty-four seven, under the drum and snare
Whether solo or with the band
Whether solo—

[Chorus: Oki]
Agent 47, bitch (Ha! Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Hit), Hit after hit, I'm the Hitman (Yeah)
I'm 47, (Aaa), and yet number one (Ha-aha)
Agent 47, bi-bi-bitch (Ha! Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Hit), Hit after hit, I'm the Hitman (Yeah)
I'm 47, (Aaa), and yet number one (Ha-aha)

[Verse 2: Oki]
(Woo, woo)
Still head in the clouds, new type of Skywalker
Flying so high that the air can't reach
You've got a mobile in your hand, you're winding up the playa
Heyah, Yes Yes, this is my Era
I don't pick up
The camera sees me on assignments
Hedgehog camouflage is the only choice, because if I get into the salons unnoticed
When I don't get a task, well, I don't leave my hole, I'm ready to cook until the phones ring
Then we count how much money I'll make from it
Then I'll hide it in a plastic bag, like tomatoes in a supermarket
So that the guys get it, the master will be happy, because he's your irreplaceable

[Chorus: Oki]
Agent 47, bitch (Ha! Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Hit), Hit after hit, I'm the Hitman (Yeah)
I'm 47, (Aaa), but still number one (Ha-aha)
Agent 47, bi-bi-bitch (Ha! Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Hit), Hit after hit, I'm the Hitman (Yeah)
I'm 47, (Aaa), but still number one (Ha-aha)