GORILLA GLUE, LIL NAKUR, Maladoy Prince - Оладушки
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Опаааааа Оладушки 2026
Брагохолики Фаааа
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Запэхло свагом Русским мы пекли оладушки!
А где мы были? Мы были в гостях у бабушки!
Что мы ели? Кашку! Что мы пили? Бражку!
Русская трэпчина душа на распашку!
(Поехали)
Запэхло свагом Русским мы пекли оладушки!
А где мы были? Мы были в гостях у бабушки!
Что мы ели? Кашку! Что мы пили? Бражку!
Русская трэпчина душа на распашку!
(Погнали)
Опять проснулся в сеновале с татичкой дояркой
Курю штакет махорки и хожу по селу пьяный
GORILLA и NAKUR пропитаны народной свагой
И с нами Maladoy Prince с картошечкой и брагой!
Я модный на селе рокнул дизайн лапти
Едем трапить в баню скёртим щас на жигули
Городские в ахуе тот как ебем биты
В руках пивко оладье втыкаю на печи
Запэхло свагом Русским мы пекли оладушки!
А где мы были? Мы были в гостях у бабушки!
Что мы ели? Кашку! Что мы пили? Бражку!
Русская трэпчина душа на распашку!
(Поехали)
Запэхло свагом Русским мы пекли оладушки!
А где мы были? Мы были в гостях у бабушки!
Что мы ели? Кашку! Что мы пили? Бражку!
Русская трэпчина душа на распашку!
На деревне есть один стукач это вуди вуд пэйкер
Сельхоз купюры очень злые это агро деньги
Мнутся её пирожки да я сельский пекарь
Самодельный самогон для самодельных белых
Со мной рядом Гарик я варю кашу с топора
Его метла летит в не квидича мы ловим снича
Я не Алёша, но я жму её попович с горяча
В посёлки городского типа играют как достать врача!
Запэхло свагом Русским мы пекли оладушки!
А где мы были? Мы были в гостях у бабушки!
Что мы ели? Кашку! Что мы пили? Бражку!
Русская трэпчина душа на распашку!
(Поехали)
Запэхло свагом Русским мы пекли оладушки!
А где мы были? Мы были в гостях у бабушки!
Что мы ели? Кашку! Что мы пили? Бражку!
Русская трэпчина душа на распашку!
Let's go!
Ooooooooooo Pancakes 2026
Bragoholics Faaaaa
Let's go!
It smells like swag! We baked Russian pancakes!
Where were we? We were visiting grandma!
What did we eat? Porridge! What did we drink? Home brew!
Russian trapchina, the soul is wide open!
(Let's go)
It smells like swag! We baked Russian pancakes!
Where were we? We were visiting grandma!
What did we eat? Porridge! What did we drink? Home brew!
Russian trapchina, the soul is wide open!
(Let's go)
Woke up in the hayloft again with the milkmaid, Tatichi.
Smoking a bunch of shag and wandering around the village drunk.
GORILLA and NAKUR are steeped in folk swag.
And with us is Maladoy Prince with potatoes and home brew!
I'm fashionable in the village, rocking the design of bast shoes.
We're going to the bathhouse, we're going to skulk in a Zhiguli now.
City people are in shock, watching us fuck beats.
I'm sticking a beer in my hand into a pancake on the stove.
It smells like swag. We baked Russian pancakes!
Where were we? We were visiting grandma!
What did we eat? Porridge! What did we drink? Home brew!
Russian trap, the soul is wide open!
(Let's go)
It smells like swag. We baked Russian pancakes! Where were we? We were visiting grandma!
What did we eat? Porridge! What did we drink? Mash!
Russian trapchina, the soul is wide open!
There's a snitch in the village, Woody Wood Baker.
Agricultural bills are very mean, it's agro money.
Her pies are crumpled, but I'm a village baker.
Homemade moonshine for homemade whites.
Garik is next to me, making porridge with an axe.
His broom flies into Quidditch, we catch Sneach.
I'm not Alyosha, but I shake her priest's hand in the heat of the moment.
They play urban settlements in the game of how to get a doctor!
It smells like swag. We baked Russian pancakes!
Where were we? We were visiting grandma!
What did we eat? Porridge! What did we drink? Mash!
Russian trapchina, soul wide open!
(Let's go)
The smell of swag is in the air! We baked Russian pancakes!
And where were we? We were visiting grandma!
What did we eat? Porridge! What did we drink? Home brew!
Russian trapchina, soul wide open!
Ooooooooooo Pancakes 2026
Bragoholics Faaaaa
Let's go!
It smells like swag! We baked Russian pancakes!
Where were we? We were visiting grandma!
What did we eat? Porridge! What did we drink? Home brew!
Russian trapchina, the soul is wide open!
(Let's go)
It smells like swag! We baked Russian pancakes!
Where were we? We were visiting grandma!
What did we eat? Porridge! What did we drink? Home brew!
Russian trapchina, the soul is wide open!
(Let's go)
Woke up in the hayloft again with the milkmaid, Tatichi.
Smoking a bunch of shag and wandering around the village drunk.
GORILLA and NAKUR are steeped in folk swag.
And with us is Maladoy Prince with potatoes and home brew!
I'm fashionable in the village, rocking the design of bast shoes.
We're going to the bathhouse, we're going to skulk in a Zhiguli now.
City people are in shock, watching us fuck beats.
I'm sticking a beer in my hand into a pancake on the stove.
It smells like swag. We baked Russian pancakes!
Where were we? We were visiting grandma!
What did we eat? Porridge! What did we drink? Home brew!
Russian trap, the soul is wide open!
(Let's go)
It smells like swag. We baked Russian pancakes! Where were we? We were visiting grandma!
What did we eat? Porridge! What did we drink? Mash!
Russian trapchina, the soul is wide open!
There's a snitch in the village, Woody Wood Baker.
Agricultural bills are very mean, it's agro money.
Her pies are crumpled, but I'm a village baker.
Homemade moonshine for homemade whites.
Garik is next to me, making porridge with an axe.
His broom flies into Quidditch, we catch Sneach.
I'm not Alyosha, but I shake her priest's hand in the heat of the moment.
They play urban settlements in the game of how to get a doctor!
It smells like swag. We baked Russian pancakes!
Where were we? We were visiting grandma!
What did we eat? Porridge! What did we drink? Mash!
Russian trapchina, soul wide open!
(Let's go)
The smell of swag is in the air! We baked Russian pancakes!
And where were we? We were visiting grandma!
What did we eat? Porridge! What did we drink? Home brew!
Russian trapchina, soul wide open!