Саша Скул - king-bong - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Inhale, inhale, inhale- exhaust, no one, no matter what you are fucking sucker, you have already died, Vasya, you have already died, as soon as you hatched from the pussy, the return countdown. In general, a mental moth with mint. Buy on Fridays, you don’t like the blasphemy, bongs with ice, take out your iPhone, and pussy on the site, or VKontakte group. If you are not Chukhan, or listen to Andy Cartreit, king-bong.ru,

In the comments, your mother fucks, your presentations SMSKA I throw me on a pipe, Ururu, Uruur.