Lyrics:
the pool, we don’t fool with the pill shit I’m a drunk I’m the illest Pouilly Fumé Blanc, pour sauvignon on her feelings Fun like a field trip, fuck
Then you'll find me back at it again Oh I love the smell of fresh snapper fried lite What'd you say, pouilly fuisse could round out the night
Beaujolais Eight o'clock I open up Pouilly-Fuisse Love the ruby color. Grand cru classe Never love another once I've savored that bouquet Oh yeah need
have Beaujolais Eight o'clock I open up Pouilly-Fuiss?Love the ruby color. Grand cru classe Never love another once I've savored that bouquet Oh
Pouilly Fumé Proletar jeg vasker gulv i Moët Mousserende musiker en strålende bouquet Vi lever lige nu lad os åbne rosé'en For alle fortjener morgensex
come through in the clutch It's funny they didn't know what I was doing But see I'm a great and I knew it Drinking that pouilly fussie after every
глотаешь строптусин Трескаются на морозе половые губы Пока что не грызу их, Но у суки горят трубы Не смотрю на эти цифры В счёте Pouilly-Fume Приходится
Adulte Adolescent je change pas de projet Entre frosties et café J'ai des cheveux blancs et de l'acné Entre vodka et Pouilly-Fuissé Je comprends
Louisville The Pouilly with Bouillabaisse in the Savoy Grill Later a full-bodied claret Top it off with Blackberry brandy at the Lafayette At Heminway's hotel
secrets Les lapins en gibelotte Au Pouilly-Fuissé Je les entends qui mijotent Dans la cheminée Une vieille fille à rhumatismes Qui m’aimerait bien Viendrait
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