Lyrics:
стол,не только дурь,еще bankroll,наш ранг под 100, а твой под 0 No farvors, порфалор, слышу патрон, как буд-то гетто, po po po, opp кричал теперь он мёртв,
appliances With the smell of domestic violences And the dusty farvor(?) wear And the rusty dinette chair In the lonely little thrift store The hard luck
Garota Preferida. E eu te amo meu amor E não me deixe Por farvor. Pois com você, vou viver, com muito amor.
on point like an archer, Deadeye Bouls (bulls) they be red and its just from the farvor Fervor* You watchin' and I hear the murmurs That's from ya heart
Asterio entrador Por farvor un respeto Vas de Agrolequio Pero eres un cateto Pon un chisme demandas con autoridad Mientras la miras la tetas babeando como
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