Текст песни Коптильня и Филипп Киркоров - Медляк

Everyone needs love, even the wrinkled
We cook in borscht
Who pushes shit in the streets
Someone saws photosets habal chickens

Fat didn't get along with classmates
They locked him up in the baba toilet
On holidays they pissed on his knapsack
In general, I was deprived of brotherly love

Further more kvn in the assembly hall
Active naughty chubby everyone knew him
And at the institute, too, the broad-boned
So all cheeky humorous and obnoxious

As usual in a humorous game
Top position master of ceremonies
The wedding toastmaster even then
Dreamed of his ass that it was a cunt

Tuxedo, butterfly, mustache in menstruation
Selfie jokes songs about love in pauses
Fedechka knows how to sing and joke
And this shine is strange on the mustache

Beautiful and bright as a birthday cake
Quickly skillfully took off to the top
Success hit the temples with champagne
Sucked under the spoon and scabbed on the nipples

And on Instagram he shone, he was number one
A friend of fagots and a whore's dream
Such well, the most fucking luxury
For his beauty, it's a pity not to arrest the sheriff

He knew that further the path of love leads to the stage
On the show, the voice and Eurovision are all right
He realized that it was time for a change
Especially since the member has long been sluggish

Fedor Petukhov aka Frederico Brilyanto
Decided to enter the elite circle with a pink bow
Agreed to initiate the rite
So that everything is tender under the rose and justin in the back

On a velvet pillow on silk linen
Slid two sommelier sausages girlfriends
He made shugaring and little brides
Twisted the antennae went on a quest

To a huge mansion where success awaited him
And the piglet flew a penny, lifting it up
He passed the gate the door was open
Trembling in the chest baby knock knock you here

Under the canopy as in your favorite photo studio
Waited for bed and nothing will cool
Now his flames from behind closed his hands his eyes
Hello my boy my sausage

Elderly gay tied silk around his wrists
Put it on my knees and opened my mouth
Fat trembled closing his eyes the doors opened
Having filled the room entered in a cheeky manner

Hairy hachi spitting on hats
Throw the pig on the floor and start fucking
He shit right away even though he did an enema
Charisma did not help

Three watermelon fighters have already changed
Blood did not tick from the broken goose
Took fucking deep and into the distance
The old man drove the shriveled dry

Hey ashot shouted in a raspy voice
I heard this pig sings well
That his voice is pure honey
Well, let's put it in his mouth

Mass stuck between teeth
This is not put in a padik with meat
Stingy jet for dirty fuck
Welcome to the club fished out grandfather