Текст песни Braga111 - Тебе пизда

1 part
I did not chase not when I know no hindrance
Call me boring because the poet strings do not stick
I am writing about it and ask what about this sense
it goes on my body as a current technique
Eyes and ears Flow Infrared fingers on keyboard clay
Who heard not to rely on the thoughts of a smooth fum
Better I will be second as Watson few enemies to fight less
Not in the Pan, sports dog will not chase behind the rabbit
real time how to dilute the money Jew
rise to the skyscraper not sweating, now everything is possible, believe me
There is little left who is devoted to their work, rather
Who for Baten Filks have chicks, carriage, career
if I am achieving it myself, without having to heaven
I do not respect someone for concerts and glory gave himself to give in shorts
or descended to the lower mustache
But we will see me on the poster and tell me, I bawed with him
Gruce Battle Closed Window
do not touch please
need to enter all thoughts in the notebook
But who can understand them

2 part
cool fuck and not stand up
Pidoras you or fashionista no desire to unpack
I finish you in the throat you rinse at night
Reflex Battle Speed ​​to You Top Pussy
For so much sweet guy Blondie that washed in a campaign
puts on the Bodie Beach VK Written What is in fashion
I lama you phrase nails punching in your way
amateur auto on the face of micro - muzzle
the crisis of the genre, the crisis of meaning, shrewd fuck his bizu
not on those climbing kisa, as under the beer
My tracks like Vista, forever hangs in the book
Your tracks seemed twister for friends but still sour
I hate vegetarians shynul a finger
On the Internet, steel eggs, live speech like a foreigner
so torn that from pizdulyli inflicted as a dog from Dartz
Temple tears tolerated everyone can fuck before fucking
cool fuck and not stand up
Pidoras you or fashionista no desire to unpack
I finish you in the throat you rinse at night
Horu is waiting for pussy how and you came cunt
cool fuck and not stand up
Pidoras you or fashionista no desire to unpack
I finish you in the throat you rinse at night
Fuck who there in Farvarites but you will come to all
you didn't want your mother's ultrasound showed that the worm born
I sat down on the toilet as it was born so merged
Grown TP Creating a cheek under huyuk sharpened
Now at least catching up with such a spoiled voice
Vagina Karasyevna on a homosvanoy want to steal you
It remains littering and you can pull the blanket for yourself
Your company Beach and sweater hostage VK and twitter
I decided to lick fishing on the throat