Лев Печеньев feat. БЫДЛОЦЫКЛ - Картошка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You did not submit documents with a magic striped stick, but, let's breathe. The usual guards on the suburban highway at night is sleepy, young, but full of importance from authority. Paul your inexperience in the beast of the profile in the rear chair you notice a potato bag “What is in a bag?”, Asked and a little stupid questions, a chef, in a bag - potatoes, depended on the question. In the bag - potatoes. In the bag - potatoes. In the bag - potatoes. The bag stirred and made some strange sound, I sharply pulled the door, you dropped the rights from my hands, cried out like a girl, and backed away with a briskly with his palm, clutching a couple of strokes with a blade with a blade with a clerical new way, how can I hate you, fast homes. The next post to the question of two bags I will answer the same thing, what else do you think there is a potato there? What else do you think there, a chef? What else do you think there, a chef? In the bag - potatoes. In the bag - potatoes. In the bag - potatoes.