N.FINCH - FRESHMAN - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Pink you, Frick, Nikita Finch is minimally propiarized, tunnes drain a couple of everything, he receives his Big AP to RIP,

Although my nickname, apparently, dumb, he has not yet said anything to anyone,

I would not say that it is terribly concerned, I intend to firmly make noise for a year,

Empse is dreaming of me with me, a dick there, there are no colleagues in the workshop, because I am not in the factory,

Ignor is a place where I will give a tick, to everyone who followed the famous tactics,

Searches for salaries and tries to my appearance even to get to the bottom, like a digger,

I can easily tear the brains into such a cormorant, in this case, who knew Nouhau AS, GIK,

Therefore, you have a lid here, but do not rejoice: we are far from the wasteland of the Follautian,

Haters will turn Gan into a sieve, and it is not a pity they, because only a bastard does not love me,

Fuck the daily routine, I have a mode

God, and my cock, as a minister is a big bump,

I who are in the house today, instantly evicts all the idols of shkolota with the level of reading meager,

What a panchat, like Downes, the text whose squares are, as if consist of pixels!

HOOK:

I give a word: you will be gathering soon you are under the scaffold,

The venue for the last concert of those whose fuck is for the sea Kesh Selling, and I will popularly explain who the main Frasman of the year 2015 is here.

I am the lifestyle of Vaka Flake Flame and Lil Weazi is alien to me, having learned about it and gaining courage,

Pizdabols threaten to take the trunk to the arrow, but in the end they bring only an apology for a thousand,

It is worth remembering: not one of those who, with the risk of you, is unlikely to be able to say that from the siren the squeal was weaned,

And your Chika loves badly, and once giving her one day, I still do not get out of her head,

In your opinion, I am zero, but why does the two of us in the PL are asking for the two of us.

The point may be that your stuff is not highdrop, sire, but I'm Mike Rossi on Track,

I do toasting without flaws, while you are looking for a hole in the wall of misunderstanding, again stumble upon a Glorichol, but for you it is not nonsense, but everyday life, but everyday life

I need an epic, nafig bifa those where the enemy is alone, I fucked a hundred without a bazaar for at once,

My life is like a movie so much that after IPI Autobiographical Self

I'm waiting for the box office,

Climbed on the contract in the TOP? Do not wait for my arms, dog, I will open it again, and I will not give a point to the victory in this matter, I will not let the antidote call it!

HOOK (x2)