Oh, oh, oh, on the transfer from Yuri Dude
They shot a cat and raped a stepdaughter.
Oh, Lord, Lord ... What a fuck you guys are!
You guys are so fucked up.
[Verse 1, Valentin Uncle]:
Yuri, Yuri Dud - well, you're an asshole.
What an asshole you are. Yura Dud is an asshole.
Yuri, Yuri, Yuri Dud.
Ask me how much I earn, Yura.
Yura, Yura, Yura! - I will not answer you, Yura.
I will never tell you which car I drive -
After all, it's just a cart, just a cart for 90 rubles
From a construction agricultural farm, from a construction agricultural farm, Jura.
You have never been there with your cockerel comb, Yura.
Yura, you are a crap interviewer, Yura.
Jura, Jura, Jura, Jura, Jura, -
Ask me how much I earn, Yura.
I will not answer you Jura. Yura, you understand
You behave like an eblan, you act like an eblan.
You are a professional, Yura.
How ashamed to ask how much I earn, Yura.
I will not answer you, Yura.
After all, you look like my ex-girlfriend.
In these tight jeans and with this bag on the side, Jura.
Let's go to the household gas store, surprise me
The choice of paints and solvents, Jura.
But stop asking
How much do I earn, fucking asshole.
After all, you look like a fucking asshole.
Jura, Jura, Jura, Jura, -
I didn’t want to offend you with this diss,
This track, this my song, Yura.
But you look so much like an asshole, Jura,
You look so much like an asshole, Jura.
I am ready to buy these glasses from you.