Текст песни Скриптонит - Горячие киски

A! If the topic is with someone, then the income is two.
One meal, one night's lodging, one grass.
The floor can become an attic, a basement can become a roof.
In one day to catch not one bill, but a squall.

Views * luh in the kitchen on the floorboards,
My brother is super, the shmarins do not brainwash.
My life is not super, but family and brothers are near.
After the connections - money goes, after the clothes - there are * stakes.

The languages ​​of all these bastards are crawling, prisha them!
These creatures think I'm a crook, -
They only talk about our movements.
What?

A couple of heels will be married in any way,
Her barefoot, but in the right attitude.
Cycles do not sit on our necks
And someone is waiting for a fresh trench.

Money! Money on my body,
Cant and bumps on my body,
Cognac and whiskey on my body,
Hot pussy on my * ere!

While your * point somewhere in the Kimera,
Someone's wife is moaning somewhere in the bard. -
Stably there several times a week,
So the money smells really.

There, again, 5.5 helicopters,
The boy! Your mother! Someone was shot.
What is there to look for parents kelin *,
The boy!

My brother, in problems I'm true,
I need to get euros and greens.
And then how to become the one they believe in?

I just do not care, I know one thing,
I must fly on wings without feathers.

Chorus:
Fingers in ink in front of your face,
I do not gain weight and I lose sleep.
Do you want to understand what we are talking about? We are all about one thing.
You know, huh? Do not welcome into the house.

You must know that my city is pumping clouds over your heads,
It's already a brand, like your Gucci (Gucci),
Everyone here wants to take their piles (heaps) of money.
I again solve my * buchi case.

Pale guys, they almost have no pulse.
Here, all turned upside down, your whole city swung.
Your sweet tusa, like goldfinches with chupa-chups.
While I see my blood, I see in the chair at dyus.

I need a guardian angel, my hands in money,
All such in a bright light, but my terrain is a cloak.
Bams in garbage cans, corpses in garbage cans,
Groups in garbage cans, Salam Alleykum, macaque.

You should know that,
On you included a new year in Pavlodar -
It's like Kansas City, Shafold,
Just a couple of hours and you're already on the radar.

Look back, honey, someone lashes you,
You would have found a coke, * a banick narik!
Your * point, bare torso, bombs on the bar,
My brother kropalit boxing, tobacco and cooks.

Let know you to that creature, let know you to that creature,
There are fourteen, boy,
We came to smoke the whole plan in your area,
And you know, JILLZ!
5 here, 5 there! Mr. 5 is here, 5 is there!

Money sticks to the glands,
I'm unlikely to give it so easily.

After all, my stepbrother is at work,
My whole family is at work, their dream is to sweat in the sweat.
Your fashionable ass on the hood. All this * is not fashionable,
Track-pi at the factory!

My water in autopilot, chick-chik!
My company clan is on the way,
Her sleepy look on the contrary,
This is something for which it is worth staying in the top.

This concealed it.

Chorus:
Fingers in ink in front of your face,
I do not gain weight and I lose sleep.
Do you want to understand what we are talking about? We are all about one thing.
You know, huh? Do not welcome into the house.

You must know that my city is pumping clouds over your heads,
It's already a brand, like your Gucci (Gucci),
Everyone here wants to take their piles (heaps) of money.
I again solve my * buchi case.