Текст песни Texx - TRAP- Шыт

So far, on the map balance! I was left
Here he is a tartar, and therefore I would be a story
Here you are not a karting, here Staff on the nose as a starter
They are not up to the party - the flashes will be scanned like Ideaffort
So let's obroom toast
For here pizdos butter smeared Jeronim Bosch
Transferred and screeching over Chushye, shift with coils
Whiskey dried, discs, flusher, tits, sushi
Throw in outer snob - look not sink
And the bitch-notch - Audrey Bitoni
They can be a glue of doubt under powder
And maybe in the morning in the VIP-bed will take in the mouth
Chicks to boys in cereers, named
Boys to chicks with ace yes with a removal
In blood - chemistry seemed to vegeta
Heat the sweaty crowd, David Ghette

Nyuhai, not Roby, have fun - this is Trap-shyt!
Obeva Obey Fold - this is Trap-Shoot!
The daddy's visa did not fall - this is Trap-shyt!
We will pay. On, beaten - this is Trap-Shut!