Nebezao, OWEEK - Прайсы
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All my boys drove in a crisis
We have become diplomats for business
This is my brother, you won't take him
This is my brother, bitch, you will not take
I am from the city where whores spread gossip
Where mother’s sons are already trading mif
Where the loving father is no longer true for a long time
Where is your daughter, already sat down on the first
(Everything has prishes here) everything has prishes here
Even your girl has her own price
Look, do not stand. Do you want to know me?
But I don't even know what to tell
After all, I don't even know what day of the week today is
(Monday?)
And I thought Sunday
We will leave the moment in the photo
Above the head, okay
Bitch go work
While you fuck
Grandmas fly
So carefree
Smoke flies in my head
And we are on a relaxation
Raise the toast
For those who are now free
Round table, but a lot of people
This day is just a new day
I will raise a glass, because more fun
Here or there is strong salam
There are no questions, they are waiting for the city
Peter-Moscow, concert hall
S-Class rider, light ecstasy
Yes, I remember those times
How temporarily, explode!
I explode Blunt, bitch, so much
Who is she? The club knows
That after the dance floor she is ready
I explode Blunt, bitch, so much
Who is she? The club knows
That after the dance floor she is ready
(This is OWeek and Nebezao)