Текст песни BUDDHA KUSH - TRASH

You do not find me here
Look the smell my fresh style
I disappear on the quarter, I hear your new verse from the wheelbar

In me zero alcohol, brown
I'm sorry for an alcoholic
Coca Cola, Cap, understood? -
Eyes already than Japanese
I do not give myself a block, even when the night is in the yard and fuck me
I just jumped around a little
Brought her mother green paper
I fucked rags in your mouth
(Do you smoke herbs? I smoke Caucasus)

In the mouth I fuck your "Subaru"
Bags under the eyes
I am white desiigner
Past gray buildings on black pedals
On you lies fashion? - I smeared you sleigh
You rolled nice, but remember about timing
I fuck on your recognition

All that I need-3g Polyana, Emerald stone
As if I flew from Kansas

(I'm a tramp like Young Thug`y
How is it in-valit?
Is he white?
Fuck guys
What is he, black African?

I-Free Gucci, I am Kizaru, like Yung Trappa, but not sit
4: 20th I wake up, in the morning fog on the block let