My street is ibitsa, here you have to move
Here for bucks and drags, dirty dances
My street is a schoolgirl, if someone touches
He will fuck without looking, the older brother
On bustle, like on a bitch
Money is dripping in your hands
Cops in shock from our schemes
We want to live like people, oh, inplain
My brother charges the machine
You saw the Internet in childhood, he saw a boarding school
And if somewhere suddenly some kind of span, brother
He will ask, what they want, brother, what do they want?
After all, we cannot resist the place
And so we are kneading together
Mold, we knead, we knead, we knead!
Mold, we knead, we knead, we knead!
After all, we cannot resist the place
And so we are kneading together
Mold, we knead, we knead, we knead!
Mold, we knead, we knead, we knead!
We knead, we knead!
This black area is cursed
Dick there, the most-most black area is mine
Here it stinks with me, there we are in the style of Brutal
We go, as if, to our home
You will have to give a share
Or I will have to pick it up
Fucking my TV for me?
When we can just yell loudly
Just yell loudly!
From dangerous cars, all producers scream
It is impossible to delight!
But you know, Bracho, a street secret
The business is walking when there is authority
Do you think no? Fuck me
Do you think no? I fuck your "no"
You are afraid of war, because you are afraid to die. (bitch)
And I have every day, as in war
After all, we cannot resist the place
And so we are kneading together
Mold, we knead, we knead, we knead!
Mold, we knead, we knead, we knead!
After all, we cannot resist the place
And so we are kneading together
Mold, we knead, we knead, we knead!
Mold, we knead, we knead, we knead!
We knead, we knead!
