Текст песни Рома Суровый - Клик - Клак

I got broken branches
For the fact that I smoke shit, bored in the Old Testament
In the trunk of your ancestors, notice
Plus Types in the back fuck youngster for MET

We drove to this female
Dress up and burned on the hips Wolfsangel
She was someone's bride for grandmas
Now walks with us to hunt instead of dog

Rapper is suppressed
Horn is growing with you, but your father is not Satanist
And you would like to do cool like me
I have in my hands whiskey with ice, it turns into a fire cup

Grab on the fly
Yes I'm a bad dancer, your bitch knows what I meant
All this is not my case
But you do not need to be de Mort to understand that this snake wanted

Her throat is full
That your cru is in the top, she is so stubborn in her ears
So listen, son
Your gang rose only when I put my dick on the scales