Girls are more attracted to salons than boys
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On the badge on the hood, left pont, chrome, 21st radius and bi-xenon
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Every moth dreams of such
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On a rented gelding, we barely stretch
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Staring at girls with figures of fashion models
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Her car, ours, turns red with a glance
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At the same time, there are about a dozen of them
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In the summertime, the avenue is teeming with it all,
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But you don't shine if your jig is not a jeep
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If you tore your pockets and forgot to sew up
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It is unlikely that even one will dare to sin with you
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Slaves of fat wallets and hot nights
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Near the hotels, they take off khachey with a vigor
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Wall cherry smokes in my teeth
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The place in the back remains empty
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In the meantime, worms start up in my head
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I really want the night to end in black
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Her kipaz is already in denial, how is it so bro
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The two of us to him and without ointments
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And again, almost driving into a Cop's UAZ
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Please note this is the third time in a day
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Looking obliquely we see two persons
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Having stripped them with their eyes almost to their underpants
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Aha, we are approaching the traffic light
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From the starboard side, both look at two thugs
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Well girls, let's jump to us
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Musa and Basta love leading ladies
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Girls are more attracted to salons than boys
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On the badge on the hood, left pont, chrome, 21st radius and bi-xenon
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Every moth dreams of such
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To the eyeballs, the interior of my tachila is packed
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Mobile phone calls are drowned out by a mix from DJ Bobina
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Half under tea, half under smoke
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but as you can see, both of them were not weakly killed
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When all our firm is in the city
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Two things cannot be avoided: thriller and flirting
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Ready to throw Flint's treasures at FIFA's feet
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In case of a beef, the fists are broken
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Bit *** like a split, we are standing on Novy Arbat parked a jeep
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Beautiful, like dad let you go circling without a veil
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Tell me your name and let's not lie
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My friends are with you, the Kents are with me, you awakened my appetite
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I tell it like it is, I'm not used to spitting
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Believe me, I will make your colorful world truly colorful
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The boys clung to their girlfriends as if it were a deficit
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Where did champagne and flowers come from
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Suddenly, fighters swim up from the back
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They say these chicks are with us, it's better boys perform a drain
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What? |
Draining is stupid to retreat, I grab the thread without stepping
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I propose to add where there are fewer eyes
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The campaign will have a non-childish rams, they intended to stupidly chop us up,
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But in the situation for the jamb, the mower rolled off
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I will not explain how such miracles happen
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The even bazaar still weighs normally on the scales
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And here we are rolling along the Garden Ring, cynical lyba, a scoundrel to my face
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Girls on their knees, those deer have a stroke along the way
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Chicks pick up compliments like bees pick up pollen
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We lower the cut amount under the scythe
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Muse brother today we beat the dishes
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Good day to all, money is garbage,
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We stay afloat regardless of course
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Girls are more attracted to salons than boys
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On the badge on the hood, left pont, chrome, 21st radius and bi-xenon
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Every moth dreams of such |