| 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 |