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There are many trunks around and everything is at the temple

unprofitable words to those who in heaven

Smoke goes on board, I hear your voices

We cut loan in a brownly, but share happiness on the scales

There are many trunks around and everything is at the temple

unprofitable words to those who in heaven

Smoke goes on board, I hear your voices

We cut loot in a brownly, but share happiness on the scales

Many brothers did not become

Until late, we drown them to the tag

And we are all fucking enough - happiness on the quarters to look

In foil lies a stone

Evil, boys accept

Laying good lads, happiness is not in money for underground to the bottom

And then the invoice lay on the table, the motor was dismantled for details, the life of the blonde presses on the pedals, and I am already lying in the hospital among the wounded

Look I will be cured, fat splif, my music is my own style, I am my boys take out prestige, and those who are not with us will never be superfluous

And everything is at the temple

unprofitable words to those who in heaven

Smoke goes on board, I hear your voices

We cut loan in a brownly, but share happiness on the scales

There are many trunks around and everything is at the temple

unprofitable words to those who in heaven

Smoke goes on board, I hear your voices

We cut loan in a brownly, but share happiness on the scales

I don't lower my eyes to the floor, only right

Two lyam fell on the card

SMS faster smell will fly a little one and mom is not waiting for us at home

With me my tramps on Blato T -shirts, brother

We go off the ladder hold the crab

I am in the game and the smoke is so sweet, I inhale everything avoiding bookmarks

And we are three, but Jin was finging out of the lamp, but left the oily blates

I am Satan, but for my Santa, shouted on garbage, hey tore the tonsils

The moon is behind us, we are a gang family, and this is that in your pocket this is a plan? Yes!

stupidly under the supervision, and around the junk, they melt the keys to the sand castle

There are many trunks around and everything is at the temple

unprofitable words to those who in heaven

Smoke goes on board, I hear your voices

We cut loan in a brownly, but share happiness on the scales

There are many trunks around and everything is at the temple

unprofitable words to those who in heaven

Smoke goes on board, I hear your voices

We cut loan in a brownly, but share happiness on the scales