Текст песни Tony Сraz feat MakeDon - Шпильки

Tony craz
And you are always on the 12 stud style,
Everything you care about shopping and filka.
You have two pluses - ass and breast,
I will not be mistaken, four fingers bent.
You’ll come in handy only with beer like a roach,
This is Tony Craz bitch hip hop master.
And let your ass disappear into the clubs again
You no longer get used to going home in the morning.
And your victims boys are not to blame for anything
You, like the last bitch, bred them to grandmas.
And your feelings, like you are made of plastic,
To love you, everyone needs a cashier.
I don’t even have anything to talk about with you
I would give flowers, but tell me why?
And would give a thousand words, but I will give only three
“Go fuck the cork” and erase my number.

Like a nocturnal butterfly; fluttered at the beginning
She worked for grandmas; Noticing anything.
She had a fuck on those; who was lower
Beautiful parties; and there is nothing closer.
Like a nocturnal butterfly; fluttered at the beginning
She worked for grandmas; Noticing anything.
She had a fuck on those; who was lower
Beautiful parties; and there is nothing closer.

Makedon
You are always so fashionable; glamorous bitch
Guys want you; the case would turn up.
Dressing is catchy; open dresses
Come to the party; You will always be welcome.
Hundreds of VKontakte friends; in the phone of recognition
How I love you; and hard parting.
Another party; you went hunting
Find a rich little son; do not look for work.
Friends envy you; the city knows you
Your name is heard; all fly away for you.
Every day is the same; life you burn
Aren't you tired? You're just wasting time.
This is your lifestyle; where are the grandmothers there and you
You lift your nose; and fuck the left show off.
But still they know; that you are still that proshma
And you are not worth anything; ragged cat.

Like a nocturnal butterfly; fluttered at night
She worked for grandmas; Noticing anything.
She had a fuck on those; who was lower
Beautiful parties; and there is nothing closer.
Like a nocturnal butterfly; fluttered at night
She worked for grandmas; Noticing anything.
She had a fuck on those; who was lower
Beautiful parties; and there is nothing closer.

Makedon
But here is the irony of fate; the fate of your whim
You fell to the bottom; such a surprise.
Your surroundings; changed at once
No more friends; such an infection.
Around some fagot; and what a party,
And the legs are not stilettos; but simple sneakers.
There are no more past show-offs; life taught you
And about major friends; you forgot the campaign.
Tony craz
Like a night butterfly fluttering at night
AIDS seized by chance, say goodbye to courage.
Girlfriends bitch, rumors crept around,
One on one, you and your affliction.
And majors in clubs won't help you money
You yourself got on the net, on the net of death.
It used to be a fuck for those who were lower
Now fuck you and you see it yourself.

Like a nocturnal butterfly; fluttered at night
She worked for grandmas; Noticing anything.
She had a fuck on those; who was lower
Beautiful parties; and there is nothing closer.