Текст песни Fike - Fike

Marathon soon, watch out boy
In the city of St. Petersburg, choose a bet
This would not be conveyed to those who intended to dream in real life
In the city, rap anomalies used to fly for a long time, forgetting the names
In the city, the rap of anomalies is immeasurably pale, if they got on
Fires, it's hot, where Jambazi is fried, Fayk
If Def Joint is flavored in the club, meat flies out of the shirt
In the club, through the clubs of tobacco, look for the one you indulged
In size, the guys gore on the search, after they kicked the bull
Baby in our quarry, move body parts, but remember
Here are my boys and this is just a nursery
In the confusion, in the hunt for a sucker, you yourself will be divorced in a couple of seconds
from lust it is bad-those fuck-you, fuck-those gunpowder reminds me of snow