Lyrics Типси Тип - Пройдоха

I'm on a ride with the bastards
Yes, promotion, looping to Mutka from Mutka
While fucking lie, do not krivleut Putin from the Kremlin
I stand the loot under the jacket
We are not parkour people, but with planks
From handcuffs did more abruptly movie
Do you like to see the sky? So be able to run
Do you want to glue eyelids? Be smarter than snow
But not vatu katai, what do you want bro?
I'll give it to the moles, I'll pay the kents there.
You sell almost for like that. Do not take the job,
But show me the heads, go behind the building
To serve as a trifle box office is depressed
I grew up on Kryvbas, then executed for the case
I will not explain what kind of metal fuss
After a couple of houses I lived a draft
I mean, don't put your finger in your mouth
Not sweet and hide the one in the middle
At stake filka against life
Or health at least, gyrus moved

In the pauses between breaths
A scoundrel changes the air to someone who is rude
In the dance with caustic schemes
Shreds geldings with chicks

I Krivoy Rog, it will help me somewhere
By turnstiles, in white sneakers in Moscow
Same color, boil axes in cauldrons
With pepper and herbs, until a certain time
Nobody is welcome here, crumbs-potatoes, pizza "..."
Easier to buy a plant than in the capital hut
Moscow nipples under the wheels, on wheels
And not in pissy lokhovozah
But if not the door, then the window
Still, you can plyanut banknotes
Need to look under your feet
Injections from hunger or cop
The abandoned limit bone will be found elementary.
And I'm in search, I'm firing, in my own way
Not the first time to sleep on the floor
While patsansky babos unstable
But I am my own boss, in tune with my cabin
Not the cat who rubs hands with cream
Here, look, under the nails of the underground
Without the help of detectives, without crusts and ksiv
We do not delay, because Lashiki need much