Lyrics Децл - Сучки
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Оки. Ну теперь слушай. СУКА!
Её сжираю клубы, она не спит ночью,
Её мама молча охуевает с дочки,
она за ночь спускает папину зарплату.
Она может не спать пять ночей подряд,
её тусовка: папинкины сынки и дочки,
Что оставляют в барах семейные бабки,
Парни знают её, как первую сучку,
Тёлки говорят, как за последнюю стерву за ночь.
Она выбивает сто из ста, она на первом месте клубного рейтинга.
Встречает по одежде, провожает также,
Смотрит на бренд каждого, не любит лажи!
Любит, когда надпись на всю спину Gucci,
Жан Франка Фере с такими тусами не наскучит.
Prada, D&G. Она не знает, что ей ещё в жизни надо.
Ты скажи, ты скажи, что ты думаешь о любви.
Помолчи, напряги мозги е-е-е и скажи, что ты думаешь о любви, а-а мами, ё.
Ты скажи, ты скажи, что ты думаешь о любви.
Помолчи, напряги мозги е-е-е и скажи, что ты думаешь о любви, а-а мами, ё.
Ей наплевать на взгляды и понятия,
Она раздвигает булки везде, где ей нравится.
С ночи до утра она хавает колёса,
Не редко от кокса льётся кровь из носа.
Торгует телом по клубам, отсасывая старым мудакам,
Она думает – это окей, но это не так.
Посмотри назад, потом вперёд,
Скажи себе стоп, всё могло бы быть наоборот!
С четверга по воскресенье ты шляешься по клубам,
Помогая кадрить мужиков своим подругам.
Признайся, ё, ведь ты же СУКА! Bich!
Вся твоя жизнь – это сплошная интрига.
Когда ты видишь бабки, ты потеешь.
Ты любишь одеваться дорого, ты этого стоишь.
Отсасываешь иностранцам в их собственных отелях,
Ведь вся твоя жизнь лишь только игра!
Ты скажи, ты скажи, что ты думаешь о любви.
Помолчи, напряги мозги е-е-е и скажи, что ты думаешь о любви, а-а мами, ё.
Ты скажи, ты скажи, что ты думаешь о любви.
Помолчи, напряги мозги е-е-е и скажи, что ты думаешь о любви, а-а мами, ё.
Думаешь всё игра. Тут взяла там дала,
Думаешь навсегда, но время летит.
Вот идёт за тобой очередной твой герой.
Только не в коксе, слышишь покой.
Отстой всё это! Постой!
Но скоро кончится всё!
Знаешь место своё.
Что ты знаешь, скажи, о любви, о любви, о любви!!! Е-е-е, о-о-о.
Ты скажи, ты скажи, что ты думаешь о любви.
Помолчи, напряги мозги е-е-е и скажи, что ты думаешь о любви, а-а мами, ё.
Ты скажи, ты скажи, что ты думаешь о любви.
Помолчи, напряги мозги е-е-е и скажи, что ты думаешь о любви, а-а мами, ё.
Oki. Now listen. BITCH!
I eat her clubs, she doesn't sleep at night
Her mom silently fucks her daughter
she lowers dad's wages overnight.
She may stay awake five nights in a row
her party: daddy's sons and daughters,
What family grandmothers leave in bars
Guys know her as the first bitch
Chicks talk like the last bitch of the night.
She knocks out a hundred out of a hundred, she is in the first place in the club rating.
He meets on clothes, also sees off,
Looks at everyone's brand, doesn't like crap!
Loves it when the inscription on the whole back of Gucci,
Jean Franck Feret will not get bored with such tusy.
Prada, D&G. She doesn't know what else she needs in life.
You tell me, you tell me what you think about love.
Shut up, strain your brains e-e-e and tell me what you think about love, ah, mami, yo.
You tell me, you tell me what you think about love.
Shut up, strain your brains e-e-e and tell me what you think about love, ah, mami, yo.
She doesn't give a damn about views and concepts
She spreads the buns wherever she likes.
From night to morning she hawked the wheels
It's not uncommon for coke to bleed from the nose.
Selling body to clubs, sucking on old assholes
She thinks it's okay, but it's not.
Look back then forward
Tell yourself stop, it could be the other way around!
Thursday through Sunday you hang out in clubs
Helping to frame men for their girlfriends.
Admit it, yo, you're a BITCH! Bich!
Your whole life is a continuous intrigue.
When you see money, you sweat.
You love to dress expensively, you are worth it.
You suck off foreigners in their own hotels
After all, your whole life is just a game!
You tell me, you tell me what you think about love.
Shut up, strain your brains e-e-e and tell me what you think about love, ah, mami, yo.
You tell me, you tell me what you think about love.
Shut up, strain your brains e-e-e and tell me what you think about love, ah, mami, yo.
You think it's all a game. Then she took there and gave,
You think forever, but time flies.
Here comes your next hero.
Not in coke, you hear peace.
Sucks it all! Wait!
But it will be over soon!
You know your place.
What do you know, tell me about love, about love, about love !!! Yeah, oh-oh-oh.
You tell me, you tell me what you think about love.
Shut up, strain your brains e-e-e and tell me what you think about love, ah, mami, yo.
You tell me, you tell me what you think about love.
Shut up, strain your brains e-e-e and tell me what you think about love, ah, mami, yo.
I eat her clubs, she doesn't sleep at night
Her mom silently fucks her daughter
she lowers dad's wages overnight.
She may stay awake five nights in a row
her party: daddy's sons and daughters,
What family grandmothers leave in bars
Guys know her as the first bitch
Chicks talk like the last bitch of the night.
She knocks out a hundred out of a hundred, she is in the first place in the club rating.
He meets on clothes, also sees off,
Looks at everyone's brand, doesn't like crap!
Loves it when the inscription on the whole back of Gucci,
Jean Franck Feret will not get bored with such tusy.
Prada, D&G. She doesn't know what else she needs in life.
You tell me, you tell me what you think about love.
Shut up, strain your brains e-e-e and tell me what you think about love, ah, mami, yo.
You tell me, you tell me what you think about love.
Shut up, strain your brains e-e-e and tell me what you think about love, ah, mami, yo.
She doesn't give a damn about views and concepts
She spreads the buns wherever she likes.
From night to morning she hawked the wheels
It's not uncommon for coke to bleed from the nose.
Selling body to clubs, sucking on old assholes
She thinks it's okay, but it's not.
Look back then forward
Tell yourself stop, it could be the other way around!
Thursday through Sunday you hang out in clubs
Helping to frame men for their girlfriends.
Admit it, yo, you're a BITCH! Bich!
Your whole life is a continuous intrigue.
When you see money, you sweat.
You love to dress expensively, you are worth it.
You suck off foreigners in their own hotels
After all, your whole life is just a game!
You tell me, you tell me what you think about love.
Shut up, strain your brains e-e-e and tell me what you think about love, ah, mami, yo.
You tell me, you tell me what you think about love.
Shut up, strain your brains e-e-e and tell me what you think about love, ah, mami, yo.
You think it's all a game. Then she took there and gave,
You think forever, but time flies.
Here comes your next hero.
Not in coke, you hear peace.
Sucks it all! Wait!
But it will be over soon!
You know your place.
What do you know, tell me about love, about love, about love !!! Yeah, oh-oh-oh.
You tell me, you tell me what you think about love.
Shut up, strain your brains e-e-e and tell me what you think about love, ah, mami, yo.
You tell me, you tell me what you think about love.
Shut up, strain your brains e-e-e and tell me what you think about love, ah, mami, yo.