Текст песни Лев Печеньев feat. БЫДЛОЦЫКЛ - Картошка

With a magic striped stick you brake the car I did not file the documents, but come on, breathe. Plain guard on a suburban highway at night. Sleepy, young, but full of importance from authority. Palyu your inexperience in bezborodom profile In the back seat you notice a bag of potato "What's in the bag?", He asked, and he himself depended on the question a little Stupid questions, the chief, in the bag - potatoes. In the bag - potatoes. In the bag - potatoes. In the bag - potatoes. The bag began to move and made some strange sound, I sharply pulled the door, you dropped the rights out of your hands, Screamed like a girl, and backed off briskly With a palm clamping the consequences on his face the next post on the question of two bags I will answer the same thing, what else are there potatoes? What else do you think is there, chef? What else do you think there is, chief? What else do you think there is, chief? In the bag - potatoes. In the bag - potatoes. In the bag - potatoes.