Текст песни Ivashov - Она любила свой айфон

Ivashov - She loved your iPhone (mus., Cl .: A.Ivashov)

She loved her new iPhone,
Porsche Cayenne and Miami villa
Loved Gucci and Vuitton
... And no one in fact did not like ...

She thought that her success
Wealth given little
She allowed, spit at all,
From the club drunk rush on the road

CHORUS:
Cayenne flew into a lamppost
Her soul asked paradise
And I wept phone
Her answer calling ...

His captivating beauty
According to the head was the first goal
It was arrogant and cool
He had a reputation for first-rate stinker

Missing aplomb, arrogance disappeared
She left almost silently,
Close PRADA, sing a song,
With God it just got bored
 
Cayenne flew into a lamppost
Her soul asked paradise
And I wept phone
Her answer calling ...

Her answer calling
Her answer calling
Her answer calling
Her answer calling