Текст песни Morti - ТП

This fucking blows me lyrics tower
when she badly conducted on paper
Well fuck them of their call mn
They dream of a pot-bellied go to St Tropez

as a result of wheel parted slingshot
for ayfonchik for expensive gifts
Beja for six for expensive Shmatov
now even pot-bellied to shit on it

I do not care where you're not skem who do not need
all call you a leaky tent
how are you not who does not ask
Hopefully when you throw it

you yourself think not be a fool
Your children will know that the skin was
vmdno once you go to the left
bad when your children are like neighbors

chorus:
My dream is that there is less of
no sniffing coke and read a pile of books
They were not carried out on the cars in the cash Gnel
and mutilis blunt with narmalno patsom