I'm getting stupid in Butovo with a heifer, a wild morning
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It's stupid on the telly, the market is rude
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The baby was sexy yesterday in makeup
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And in the morning, well, just a gorilla, mama mia
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I'm planning my escape routes
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Here it is - blue movement
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She is silent, smiling deliberately sexually
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I'm writhing, I need to quickly merge
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Suddenly turn the key, oh gods
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On the threshold, two aunts wipe their feet
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Baby to them, puppy tenderness
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“This is mom and aunt” - fuck, how lovely
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"Meet my fiancé Noggano"
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Mommy's eyes on me - well, just a scanner
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I'm in shorts and in one socks
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This is the name day, ebsel mobsel
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Mom after a while: “Well, why are we standing
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Feel at home, let's sit
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Well, Tanya, figure out for us on the table
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'Cause we're going to have a long conversation
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Tanya said that you are a serious guy
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True, the name is strange, what kind of Noggano?
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Tanya is in her third month, time to discuss the wedding
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And henceforth, son, call me in a simple way - mom.
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I'm slowly starting to move in
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“What are you, aunt, what kind of mother, your mother
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What a wedding, what a third month"
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What the hell, my heart skipped a beat |
“To be honest, auntie, I’m not a son-in-law
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The reputation is dubious and the character is quarrelsome
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I'm a rogue and that bastard
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Why do you, mother, such a son
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No, your daughter is very much for me
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But I am not authorized to decide marriage
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Such questions are decided by our stepfather
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Yes, only he is in jail, that bastard
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Yes, you just look at my passport
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I have an education of incomplete seven classes
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Behind me no living space, no transport
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I, as they say, by nature basot
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I saw my folder once - in the door peephole
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Mom drove him away, they say, Vitka, don't disgrace us.
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How would you be more intelligible to say
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In short, aunt, fucking mother, I'm a son-in-law - don't give a fuck "
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Son in law - don't give a fuck
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I'm a son-in-law - don't give a fuck, I'm a son-in-law - don't give a fuck
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Tough, but as it is, so as not to lie
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Son in law - don't give a fuck
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I'm a son-in-law - don't give a fuck, I'm a son-in-law - don't give a fuck
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Tough, I do not argue, but there is no other way to say
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Bazaar-station, I hear someone enters
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Three - an uncle and two young scoundrels
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"Here, meet Tanya's fiance"
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Well, they overlaid the bastards - I quieted down
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"I'm Tanya's dad - Uncle Seryozha
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These are Tanya's brothers - the twins Pasha and Lyosha |
Well, let's get to know each other," they raise their hands
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Press, popados, in strong bitches
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“Sergey, he deceived our Tanya
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Fertilized and wants to leave her "
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Tanya for show, bitch, crying at the window
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Sobs pitifully: “What should I do, pa!”
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Uncle Seryozha without thinking twice
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"So, babonki, wait for us in the kitchen"
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Three on one look like wolves
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“Have you ever been to the morgue, dear?”
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"Your dona needs height, in terms of relationships
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And I'm like a heavy burden on the neck
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Didn't your daughter tell you that I'm sick in the mind?
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I'm also a kleptomaniac, a deceiver and a whore
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Your bottom was opened by someone before me
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But believe me, it wasn't me!
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I give him arguments, he gives me facts
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I say - let's examine and establish the truth
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He looked me up and down
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He sighed sadly, commanded: “Forward, sons!”
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Last words like red for bulls
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The thought flashed - dick fight off these assholes
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Lyosha with Pasha at me in hand-to-hand combat
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They plow me like combine harvesters
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Who hit harder didn't matter
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Pasha and Lyosha are two fuckers, made in Russia
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Uncle Seryozha joined here
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“Right now you will know, bitch, how customs beats” |
Straight, the bone crunched and away we go
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Anger is taken out on an intractable guest
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Family aggression, mess, fun
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Before the eyes of life, a beach in Odessa
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Then it got dark, a flash of bright light
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From the last forces out the window, face to the ground
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Third floor - short flight - broke his leg
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In blood, in shorts, dump on the road
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The chase caught up with me quickly
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They knocked down, caught their breath and fucked again
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Deprived of life, then loaded into a Zhiguli
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Yeah ... in this life, do not trade in fucking
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Hai gui, wedding procession
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What is it for me? |
Where did I get so screwed up?
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They sang songs, gave expensive gifts
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Second day, ship, beer, crayfish, two fights
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The vigilance of the murderers weakened
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I performed the theme in the style of Bender Ostap
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I loaded all their family goods into the tablecloth
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Dear tsatski, silverware
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Pulled daddy's capital from the safe
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And left my beloved family on tiptoe
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Left them a fake xiva as a keepsake
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With kindness I plunged into my dad's car
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So, doves, they wanted to walk the wedding
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Know! |
Don't give a fuck about who you don't want to take from
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Son in law - don't give a fuck |
I'm a son-in-law - don't give a fuck, I'm a son-in-law - don't give a fuck
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Tough, but as it is, so as not to lie
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Son in law - don't give a fuck
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I'm a son-in-law - don't give a fuck, I'm a son-in-law - don't give a fuck
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Tough, I do not argue, but there is no other way to say |