Jessie x WILD, KennyMayer - ФРУКТОВЫЙ САД
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I smoke a fruit garden while her ass jumps on me
Made money only so that there was something to go back with
I broke so much whole, whiteness will not help them from spots
Cops are sensing a crime, they want to catch, but all this is a h.

We puffed up sails, behind the forest belt
The whole hall jumps with me, I smoke a fruit garden
I smoke a fruit garden, I smoke a fruit garden
I smoke a fruit garden, they are not waiting for us in heaven
We puffed up sails, behind the forest belt
The whole hall jumps with me, I smoke a fruit garden
I smoke a fruit garden, I smoke a fruit garden
I smoke a fruit garden, they are not waiting for us in heaven

I'm young Vatutin, I came to pick up my
Black smoke in a bottle gently wriggles a snake
They are not waiting for us in heaven, but, your mother, I am extraterrestrial
I smoke a fruit garden, straight, B. I, with my family

I threw so much molly - I can go crazy
I live, as if in a sitcom where everyone is playing
Those crowns no longer bloom - I smoked a fruit garden
It doesn't happen lonely, because we hear voices

I smoke a fruit garden while her ass jumps on me
Made money only so that there was something to go back with
I broke so much whole, whiteness will not help them from spots
Cops are sensing a crime, they want to catch, but all this is a h.

I'm flying to the area, always only fresh - I smell of grass, fight
God knows about me, because, in fact, I'm still alive, oh
The money is not a problem, hasl it without stopping, there used to be barefoot, now, like bosses
It smells of me that in my box, forever killed, forever on Fox

I smoke a fruit garden, light, like a croissant
My red eyes are red as garbage
Nah. I explain something - gorilla among monkeys
I am stronger - this is a fact, your fucking rides on me
Your fucking is jumping!

This is my personal garden and if I want - everything will be brought to me
This is a young Wild and all these bitches in the role of my servants
If I want, then they will not find you tomorrow
Or they will find ... your corpse!

We puffed up sails, behind the forest belt
The whole hall jumps with me, I smoke a fruit garden
I smoke a fruit garden, I smoke a fruit garden
I smoke a fruit garden, they are not waiting for us in heaven
We puffed up sails, behind the forest belt
The whole hall jumps with me, I smoke a fruit garden
I smoke a fruit garden, I smoke a fruit garden
I smoke a fruit garden, they are not waiting for us in heaven