mc кот0775 x бонги хот - 40 градусов - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I look at the keyboard, I see a fool.

Why do you need my cold?

I sit on a chair.

What the heck?

*standing, fucking*

I’m standing already, the chair was taken away.

They lay someone in their mouths, but not for me.

*cat 0775*

Cat 0775 here.

*Bongs hot, fucking*

You hang my chair.

Let the mouse go.

Sticky clava.

Why do you need my poison?

I do not understand.

Whose monitor?

Your?

Nobody?

Maybe someone's scourge?

Plowing.

Pour me a little into a glass, buddy.

No juice.

Drank juice, yeah.

There is sock, not juice.

Do you see this printer?

He is like a sprinter.

*No, bitch, no, no*

You take the juice, fucking, otherwise I’ll twist your nipple, scum.

Understood?

Kitonozh, fucking.

*Come here*

Fuck you all, champions, fucking, hockey, on a fugitive in swimming trunks, I generally give a fuck where you work in Soho or in shops; You fuck in the ass or pussy.

Yours, fucking, dick, taste like an iris.

After all, it was never as sweet as mom .. how your mother is in the evening, in noon; I am always glad to see you at night or in the morning, or drunk, or sober.

I buy flowers on Kyiv, Velia advised.

I have never been so drunk or sober,

Or Jesus looks at me from his window and I need him from the ninth floor.

I spat from the highest building in the world.

You fucking, bitch, come on positively.

Not a bazaar, otherwise they will open you.

They will put a flashlight by eye and you will cry like a bitch when you will be picked up in a lane at a moan of Ayland.

Not my ass, fucking, never.

Fuck it?

Turned and normal.

Shit on a piece of paper remained, and I am joyful.

I smoke the Goldoro Gold, forgot about the parliament and LD blue.

Fuck it necessary?

After all, a mother gives money normally.