IL LUV - СЕРЬЁЗНЫЙ АРТИСТ
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(Fuck, sat down. Don't give a fuck)
Boy, I saw your gang, it's fucked up
Who are you trying to screw with here?
All the under-rappers in my city
Did you hear who the father is?
I can kill this beat with one word
My principles are not to fuck with Brooke
My tracks can go solo
Therefore, no features within the album
My lady is a lady to all bitches
If you touch her you will get pussy from IL LUV
Your bitch is like your ex
After all, she is also a slut
Whore am I a chichi monkey
There are bricks in my pocket
Hanging on the vines like a macaque
I count groups IL but without LUVa
That's a problem, fucked her through the beat
And now she's pregnant
Son gasps when he sees his father
I'll pass on the genes to fuck on the bits
SINS album is fucked
Tyumen IL LUV rap father
You can't catch me
Fuck that I'm repeating myself, I can repeat it
Bitch I worked fucking hard
I didn’t suck it, but there are calluses on my lips like I’m a slut
If you're a fag don't come any closer
Close to me you will be immobilized
I'll twist you on a fork
It's like you're pasta
Wanker, your punches
Bad like it's pasta
Guy, do you want to fit with me?
But it's dangerous
Those who cheated
Sounds terrible in the background
Yes, I'm white, but I'm not Pierrot
I'm Pinocchio, I'm wearing Malvina
Like Papa Carlo I planed the style
I'm lighting the fuse with the album right now
Fucked up
IL LUV is awesome
Fucked up
Serious artist
(Welcome bitch, it's SINS)