Текст песни Spal - План догорает плавно,угарают парни

Fucking bitch I think of acorns
three gold earrings with jewel of my trunk
I do not think about gold, but about love
do blow job, talk less
I appreciated how the crystal as the Bentley road
in one hand the form and I am preparing a second
you hear the cable lines you hear sneyl
you hear droop syrup poured in her mouth
makes to scratch the vagina, the clitoris is my peer
logo Barbary pull plaid
how old you 18 baby can still let your clothes
prudent as malt, bold as a Chubak
first kilo lucky abdominal my dog
Chihuahua was out
Ten of ten Seabee ou si rub gank
sveg it is asleep, the time has come Nakuru
boys at lave drink port wine with taste kitsch
I hear the cry of doping, hear scourge
Plan burns smoothly ugaral guys I hover origami sky is under the feet (2)
who are these people and what they all need so
we plan you explode Josie Stone battles
Color Purple and all tusy do hardcore
bitchez sparkle in part they appreciate our funny
head face into the floor chases a herd on the dance floor
do do every day is our joke hits
violet clouds above the white comet
youth bustle bitching for sweets
a new day is a new chance to record their mega hit
every sound bitching fouled royal fit
we take off in a cloud of fat whores out there on the sides
Tale of their own, I raise a glass
yo club forever oo
Smoke flutters in the sky by cutting the strip
White powder on the noses women bite to surf
wow us with the guys in the trash
you moms memory or something smoothly rasplavlavleno
I fucking êàî more fucking do not understand
disassemble it yourself