M.Squad - Фуфло
текст песни

Well, I woke up one morning from a girlfriend's call
I have my birthday, you need your services
Such a request to help to cover salads on the table
For this, you will need a kilogram of tomatoes
Putting on my pants, I thought, yes, the path is not close to the market
And jumped out into the street, having breakfast sausage
In the yard, the heat Celsius plus thirty -five
On the market, every lave seller wants to collect
And I go with a bag, look, crowd at the fence
And the grandmother says nearby: here is the sales of tomatoes
I got a job at the end, I stand and wait
And does not pass for two hours, as I approach the counter
I give a package and I say: I am a kilogram of tomatoes
But there are no more tomatoes, but I will give you a banana
No, I don't need bananas, then take a good watermelon
A man, that behind, began to yell: you fucked up, right now I will give me a rogue
There is no time to understand, time was running out
The old grandmother approached the grandmother who was yawning
Tomatorals stuck, look, bitch, fucking
Yes, you have a rotten product, what she said to
Yes, look at the prices, there are no cheap ones anywhere
Parsley included, a token for a dry closet
Then I had to go empty -handed from there
Let the birthday girlfriend go here.
Chorus
In the markets muffle, plow junk
In the markets muffle, plow junk
In the markets muffle, plow junk
Well, they plunged? Nope, ooo, lucky
In the markets muffle, plow junk
In the markets muffle, plow junk
In the markets muffle, plow junk
Well, they plunged? Nope, ooo, lucky
Blagoles, junk, muffle, junk
Brakllo, junk
2 verse
I woke up in the morning from my friend's call
I have my birthday, you need your services
I am at your disposal, I will do anything
Go to the market and buy me a fashion topic
And so that the size is mine and to inexpensive
Understood? Do not really, explain - ka in more detail!
I get there, I go to the tray
With a sign clothes
I need a topic for my girlfriend
And the size? And what bust does this bitch have?
I thought to myself, Elka probably
Oh, look, excellent top
What it looks bad.
Yes, they have already been worn - they scream from a neighboring tray
You will not find tops, better than mine.
Well, what are you? Coolest
Yeah, I look, only the sizes are children
I'm going to another place, but are there any topics?
Here, hold a sweater, one hundred percent wool.
Yes, I need a topic. Why are you?
See the sweater - what a good one
Take the topics from na-a-a-s, shout to me at once
You have already sore already, no mood
In the end with empty -handed I had to go from there
Let the birthday girl herself comes here
Chorus
In the markets muffle, plow junk
In the markets muffle, plow junk
In the markets muffle, plow junk
Well, they plunged? Nope, ooo, lucky
In the markets muffle, plow junk
In the markets muffle, plow junk
In the markets muffle, plow junk
Well, they plunged? Nope, ooo, lucky