Текст песни Swifta Beater - Ростик

Rostic a girlfriend called
And said you were Mudila.
The gun was delivered
He shifted, reloaded.

He asked, - Why do you insult all people?
She said - you don't feel sorry for your jaws?

do not look for light paths, look at children
Ideas are enough for them if there is no luck to her at the hotel.
100 rubles, and I will be yours.
She did not know what to do with him and called Sasha Gray.

But there it was not so simple,
The rostic in the ass was shylo,
Well, in the hole in the hand soap,
And then it covered it,
Floated, washed
Its to the bones, no such news,
After all, if you got there,
So be together forever.

But our braveless seeing fear,
knowing that he is not kakaha
moving like wolverine
And not believing from Allah,
will think that he is a beast
got caramel ass
told her - bitch we are friends
And he made a shot of a gun.