Текст песни мс саша - донт лайк фит мс пауль

Astana bitch is the capital of Kazakhstan
and in the city of Ekibastuz your mother was born
she’s a hook, but she didn’t sign up for the label
wait for a juicy sound with mega trep geng shield mixtape
Allah the great, save me from these poor
I can still see them from my highest niche
we often write texts on request
we were at the bottom, but you're still lower
you wanted to offer her your hand and heart
and she beat you and doused her with pepper
and I stupidly go to the bitch and take her hand
then with a loud sound we pass our boredom
we play with money
we burn over you
I like Aisep Yummy
spinning around with guys
I am in a dream team
I want - I will be in supreme
I want - I will be in the lacoste
burning my bones
sweet backwood, red jarum
smoke dope boys we give heat
my studio and my neighborhood and my bros
Are you afraid of us as the devil fucks from incense
to turnip give us birth
you jumped out the window under a singed hair dryer
samsara wheel will give a new turn
your bitch sucks nine hundred rubles
then erasing the ending she shakes the banknotes
you write crap text in mom's notebook
after the party and orgy we don’t hand over glass containers
and if you need cash then we will call the doorman
our driver rides on his new maserati
we are rich bitches, you creatures, we have enough
why do we need to spend our time on you
Ms Paul on the fit like my piece on the street like a crocodile on the stove like the sun at the zenith this rap like the fuck of your mom and dalma
I’m not a huge frame, but I’m not going to give pussies weakly I grew up on rap whang like a krang of turtles this is my district bang inspired by strike and jaguar I’m in heavy bastards on fit your mother in years I’ve been killed by rubbish azimuth hook this is the temple of Adolf my friend who is dassler on the pavement, my white Adiks shine as usual, and you run into a paddy, the tension builds up watch out for me fraer bitch know who the main injuries are on my knees from Thai boxing my boys are tested in smelling paradise coke don't be afraid to get into the nose be afraid to get into the mouth don't go into our garden howling mob get-together and my beau monde