T fest отрава текст песни
Обновлено: 11.11.2024
. Carla, where's the Headlight? There he is, just like the Consul.
Local "Scarface," screaming and threatening.
This is a beggar's Opera, where, bombs operas with a question,
I'm great, unlike, I'm great and after.
Sorry not even in the plans, stick two in the bathroom.
Trust the country, sober, drunk, whatever.
In my bass poison, in my bass poison
In my Ske poison, they know who the Pope,
They love to eat padega they are so little.
My clothes are poison, that glitter from the attack,
I catch them all look, I want the truth, pochi to fame.
There's poison in my bass, there's no truth in your hasle.
These skis, like cards, are bent by a pair,
Earrings-earrings, me little money.
Me little peso, I saw more,
Than shadows, cats, than clubs, couple,
And all your annealing.
Исполнитель: T-Fest, Название произведения: Отрава
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