Well, on Sunday at 3 o'clock in the morning
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Several heifers called for a donut
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Hello, what about money? |
We are a block away
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We set sail for you
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Here are the girls in Yuzao, and I want cocoa
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In the end, it was not enough, okay
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They called Vlad, fuck the layouts there
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By the way, didn't the lipstick smudge?
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So who is there in civilian clothes? |
Garbage, raid
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No, I'm glad, fuck the agaves
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I live in the center, I live in Polyanka
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Herself, like a toadstool, with a twisted posture
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Pony bank, it's always hot in here
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Not a slut herself and many do not feel sorry
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In the morning I smoke without brushing my teeth
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I don't expect any miracle from life
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If only there was a staff and rocked muzlo
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The law is wrapped in a knot, it does not make sense here
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I got carried away, I'll eat another wheel
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And progress on the face, carried away to heaven
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And there are not enough words to describe everything
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But it's fun, well, but you feel weak
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And in this turmoil, everyday pictures
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The main thing is to know that you are not alone
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By any means, dispersing the spleen
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Smoke or drink, do what you forgot
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How much don't give, we don't need it much
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Let's fry the boshkas, let's boil them, boil them And stop spreading evil like plants
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Summer thank you very much for everything
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On the thermometer half a dozen, I arrived at the collective farm
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From the train of tears, plucked a bush, it has already grown
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I went to the dressing, I wander through the glades along the torso
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Half of the package of heads, unfreeze is not a question.
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Let there be no money, and there are a lot of problems
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We do not know grief, here the guys cook triple
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The earth will give Batva, enough for everyone
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Forget about sobriety, we are covered even in a dream.
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The pot is boiling on the fire, a supercharger is needed
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Dawn is coming soon to fuck him |