Мезза - УСТРИЦЫ
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Og de paris
Un trois un deux
Quai aux fleurs
Oysters make me sick
Huit trois huit september
Oysters make me sick
My verse needs to be googled
A dozen gyoza in higuma
Isuzu electric bike
James Brown Jaws
Listening to Tsoi in Cannes
Alprozalam with prosecco
Vibeem under Parajanov
Fucked in Aubervilliers
I have a model from Florida with me.
At 21 but with experience
I'm in Monaco for the opera
The grass smells like diesel
Catalyst cut out
The meaning is in self-development
I love new challenges
Don't violate personal boundaries
We've drawn the lines
With Gaspar Noe in the basement
Drank an espresso martini
Ethics is the mother of aesthetics
Don't be like the masses
Baby doing foot massage
Cbd oil
Eighties style
The first one is hissing on tankers
I'm not looking for a plug
Plug math is looking for me
I drink coca without caffeine
In the company of business angels
Baby doesn't smoke with me the first of the red flags
Crackheads lined up for Lachapelle
To the bazaar frankly only with God
But this is not a sermon
Rats are everywhere in Paris
San Denis is too dirty
Three new exes per month
Took chicken in Lebanese
No one to compete with in style
Rappers have become cringe
I need a match with the baby
Zaha Hadid is not Gigi
I have no reason to hide
Fiji geolocation
They can definitely hear us
Rats are everywhere in Paris
I am Sukrukov at the end of the second part brother
Landed on Pigalle
Nearby is an Italian angel
Ash from Moroko
Dior ziplock
I'm in heaven
Lyubertsy redneck
At the Loev show
Mixed a new album in Antibes
Sent a master to Dubai
The Godfather part three
How Michael flew to Italy
There's nothing to be proud of on the streets
There's only darkness here
This is the animal world baby
You'll get used to the cold
Yesterday I was at the Vake
Woke up with a view of the English Channel
Classic on my wrist
Gold vintage watch
Moscow is stuffed on my hand
I was born and raised in blind man's buff
I don't believe that I'll wake up again tomorrow
In Paris in the morning
On Gambet Boulevard
Seagulls bark under the windows
The streets eat randomly
No names on the tombstone
Fish scales under her nose
Scales on the mirror
Champagne pike caviar
There's a virgin next to me
Baby without mirtazapine
Wants drama again
I have no emotions
Mbape under alprozalam
Under Tchaikovsky
I'm spinning another one
I feel the pain again
We're doomed to money and struggle
All inclusive
Puppies squeak inaudibly
The big dog is even taller now
I'm warmed all over the world
I feel love from above
My jaw itches again
The mood is swinging
Sunset in Paris is amazing
Swans fly over the hay
Mula