Fike ft. Jambazi - Бабы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The women were poured on the glasses, the manes were scheduled, they drank on the floor in Umat, the women were poured out at home, dumped quietly, like a love not on a party, they had to pamper them, beat them on a shovel, but led to the bed, stuck in a hug in dresses. that I could not convey there, people like you have not yet met in the world, you and I would love the smallest children, understand a friend love is such a thing, every bitch needs a cable, cables need a bitch, I have little Even three, I would not have been given me for sure, it was a matter, I wanted and you wanted, only so that you would not fly to me God. I fuck on your days when we are alone, you raise my mood!