i61 X Boulevard Depo - 333 TRIBAL CABIN 333
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Trible style salon (x8)

[Verse 1: Boulevard Depo]
Trible style salon
I raise the phone
Smoke Sachi day after day
Waiting for a baby near the house
We will explode in my salon
Glass is lowered
Eyes descend
And the face flows on the floor
Fresh air
Trible in Monet
And to be fashionable my drug
In the sea, they are something like
In the likeness of Christ
I deny poachers
And wash them to dicks
I don't need straps for a wheelbarrow
So that Lali flowed
She has trible linen on her
My Trible Salon Salon
Radio, give me wayb
I drink cream-soda, all o'key
Even Trible Saches
Trible style background

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[Verse 2: I61]
The smell of seats - freshness
Pit the car
Trible style center
Bitches poison Flash Beck
They put a new bridgehead
Darkside
Water electronics are here
Cosmos is very close
Trible style hands
You don't, you are not a rush car
Hey, you don't provoke
Kinder Super Hide Boy
Hit Trik, Dream Team
Band Over, Try Silver
Try Air, Try Trible
This Trible Salon Salon
Thoughts are wider in Trible style
New leather decoration so shines
And I don't change
Crystal Cup inside, OU Damn
Come on a cross
Vinil Lamped Light
And Matrix Seth, but little
God is how beautiful bit
In the style of Trible
But you are dumber than 4 bitches, guy
But I'm in the style of Trible
Bitch, don't yell
Trible 6 1 knows how to
Cross the face of style