НЕ.KURILI, ChipaChip, Ямыч Восточный Округ - Нюни
текст песни

These wimps will shake up your expensive tuning
Give it a high five, bro, or rather, give it a high five, bro
I loved to go to the bars, I remember when I was young
But the excitement and fun with them was always mutual
I knew how to write about it so that their panties got wet
Using charisma, I pretended to be affected and sad
I remember they consoled me normally, in the entryway, on the stairs
Year after year, month after month, they talked nonsense
From Anya to Yana, lashate mi contare
Naive whores, worn-out containers
Plump lips, slender waists
There are more holes here than even in a Masdam
New snot just for Olenka
Under them, she'll find herself naked again today
They push harder than them, only with zeros on candy wrappers
Wimps in the background, gunpowder in the nostrils And they fuck like rabbits
She says she can't live without them
Why all of a sudden, she probably smokes a lot
Plays music at home, loudly, like in a club
Mom says this rap will ruin
She hid all her charms under her hoodie
Driving in the car, dialing her friend right now
Conversations about broken, fragile feelings
Texting and escapades, photos on the phone
And I hung out sometimes, chewed over these lyrics
You're so fucking awesome, your Instagram is boiling
These tracks and places remind me of you again
I've climbed into your soul, sorry, it's just style
I'm your Molotov cocktail, I need your spark
We sin here in reality, devils are waiting for us by the fire
We exhale so much smoke, your Ministry of Health would be fucking amazed
I woke up and suddenly realized that fear had left me
These wimps, for the little ones
They're ours, they're not Auto-tuned
They flew into her soul the day before
She says these are my bullets
These little bastards, for the little bastard
They're ours, they're not on Auto-tuned
They flew into her soul the day before
She says these are my bullets
You moan insolently like a despot, as if your demon was captured
We're in the same cage with a chimera, we're fastening depraved content
I spun in circles, like a fish spawning here
In her hands, any rod is like a steering wheel, I am her Groot
Bitches in clubs, guys on strike, herding them in the rear
Prodigal cuckoos are circling their girlfriends
Her cell phone is constantly on vibrate, her sound is fornication (hey, listen)
If you're a dumbass, shake out your drool and march under my heel, hey, friend (listen)
Insert a bullet, don't be stupid like a parking sensor
Nimble as Sonic, worse A dead man with a wet palm
Sex in all its glory, hands tied with rags
Bitches without a lick, like dancing, love it dirty
They don't give a damn about safe things
For skins without complexes, only solvent people are normal
Wimps twist their cunts on cunnilingus (that's whining)
Love is a pain in the ass, better to stick it in her roughly
Bitch carries herself with a show-off, like guys on shoulders
The skin will fall on the shoulders, but not for a grand
If there are runs in your stockings, you want to punish her
When in silky eyes, there's nothing else to read
Snivel, snivell, snivell, and run to the throne
These people here will appreciate your tender den later
Money, money, for whom you saved the bud
Synthetic padding warms the soul, one in a million
Truth, mystery, like mysticism, the girl is Miss Style
She'll let loose with a whine, A gentleman will drool with a bill
Bras, tenderness on the plus signs, eyes like Disney
Be careful with her, black as Wednesday
Silly girl, a bill in a tube, access to a short skirt
Tried to be a smart girl, exemplary, but a shot ruined it
Now you've become an ally for sweet ladies of the night
(Slut) available as Black Friday