Текст песни Арм - Коля

Your bitch under it moans as if Aletta Oushen
He sees you through the height of the flight of Korshun
Cars, money, mountains hair dryer
He sentenced you fuck city on the knees
Busy Throne Cartridge Wadeain Baron
He spires your mother catching up with a moonshine
Svega Svega Nose
freezes in areas in the surroundings of their blacks
You tell him the word will experience the crotch pain
he has a beard, you will tell you, of course
here kids are all nomocli, pope zhahnut validol
Do you need Wader Maine? It is better to call not salt
who is he ? who is he ? who is he?
Kolya Ivanov