[Dramma]
Ah, you are my bar, go to bed.
I will show you how Boyarsky has a hat.
Just kidding, I’m vulgar today, but I raised the degree.
So unusual, you and I melted the vipka.
The whole paycheck for that ass at a time
She wants more chocolate phrases, okay.
I pinned up, with a kinder drawer,
Asti's bottle of flowers, perfumed like Justin.
She's nothing like that, self-esteem flutters, are you airy? - Yes.
Then n * go to the trams.
I don’t have Milky Way, but a Snickers bag,
Want to hide a wrapper, then become a tigress.
Let's mutter, mutter, mutter, small.
Let's mutter, mutter, mutter, small.
[Vova Napasov]
Hands up, everyone! Here is a song about love
I often offend you, but I love you.
In a fucking coat, coat, in a fucking album
We hold hands and go for a walk together.
You love Milky Way, but I don’t really.
On the left pleases the district, on the right, your eyes sharpen.
And we will turn this world upside down, I know for sure.
Fell in the peephole, I came to you specified.
There are engines only until spring,
Be patient, me and you, bass love.
There are engines only until winter,
Be patient, me and you, bass love.
[Dima Un1cal]
And I heard you and your ex flew to Italy.
Kovalli was shooting from you, behind the gossip of the genitals.
For tinting Camry, chikuly press on the play,
This song is for you, or for Milky Way.
A winter jacket is warmer than from the smiles of bl * dey.
I, too, from the streets, but not broken lights.
I would have sung like in that song, behind your brown eyes,
But they * fooled - they lied again.
Blasted types are your new horizons.
And in a twisted dollar bill from a slash, the motor will accelerate.
The green traffic light is time for you
Love spread in the yards, through the watercraft.
I used to love comics and Milky,
Now you love Komersav and Filka.
