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Fino Caché Volando cero estrés Botella McCallan mil nueve 26 Royal Courtesan Seguimos de pie Por más que quieran vernos fallar No creo que puedan
Zapp Brannigan to these Kif's On the grind like kickflips, I stay with six zips When I shoot from the hip, it hits Eighteen year McCallan at the Ritz
of McCallan to mess me up With the cash we can throw out unless we f-ck Dopeness After this I hit the highway I'm headin' west like I'm f-ckin' blowin' Kanye
kyrptonite, bitches at the crib tonight What we finna sip tonight, 18 year McCallan I ain't got time for a woman keeping tally Say "I text last", Bitch, so
Смерть тем, кто предал, так меня учили (смерть всем) Это Mccallan 24, но не Chivas Я называю это "поиск", а не "кризис" (не кризис) Я улетаю снова в
schifo Ché neanche mi son fatto la barba e dico "Ciao, io sono il barman Dopo con calma verresti fuori a bere un McCallan?" Lei manco sa cos'è, io sono
Analysis is cats is on my phallace Put 'em up i sip McCallan, talented Vow to you no medallions Challenge it till paralysis, dude, put 'em up If you're
McCallan But this dude steps up in my face He's like, "Oh my God, Spose? No way! Bro, Spose, put your money away I'm buying you a drink" I'm like, "Dude, I
Ask her what's your favorite blend of whiskey when you smoke I'd bet a glass of McCallan 12, no way in hell she'll know And ask her why that puzzle
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