Текст песни Восточный Округ - Это я детка пишу тебе стихи

Yesterday you drove under my windows
Repch rocked we rested with heifers
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You waited for a bitch when we quit
March. What does he give on the 8th
Already donated by me in 2006
He's cooler. Your fucking man
He confuses bitches for our reps
Now they say it's fashionable to be a bastard
I have not changed. He tried to change his image
Fucked up!
Do you need the original? Catch pathetic parodies
I read the repchin while in the womb
You think, why the hell do you think ...
You’re confusing him with me!
I fuck you and everything that was before
Your mother. The end of the verse. Bye!

Chorus
No respect Miss Kiss my ess yea!
This is me baby I'm writing poetry to you
No respect Miss Kiss my ess yea!
This is me baby I'm writing poetry to you
No respect Miss Kiss my big a
Yes it’s me, I’m writing poetry for you
No respect Miss Kiss my ess yea!
This is me baby I'm writing poetry to you

You are not in the pages of old letters
I deleted everything related to a past life
Forgot those hot weekdays in Yekaterinburg
Don't think I'm glad when you call me bitch
And if I turned back to sleep time
Fuck there, I probably wouldn’t change anything!
Put on your life and on you lodge
In the eyes at a meeting I will say the same
Say a new love
Last week being in bed with me
Booze dancing whores and things like that
Here! That's all you can do!
Why do I not know these lines in short
Listen song bitch call me what you want
Already not alone, not day or night
Signature of a stranger from the past
With love point.

Chorus