Hylar - WHORE ////mus. - Shy///// | Текст песни

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• Hylar
• WHORE ////mus. - Shy/////

1 verse)
Killin' you I'm just shoutin' any plenty words
Love's very hurts
Bitchs without T-shirts
After death you have an overdose of any words(bitch)
Love's very hurts
Bitchs without T-shirts
Imma the author of your whorefull live
You can drink a liter of my sperm with arizona tea
I can crash a little ice (nice)
From this fukin fridge without a celci term
Rice in my plate with ketchup
Foolish people thinks I'm gonna catch up THEM
Fukin that bitch
In her fukin sad ass
And she really like which
I'm so smart and I guess
Her mama'll take a photo
Of a fukin Switzerland chesse

(autotune: fat)
But I only takin photo
Of a pussies like this

(2 verse)
Yeeeeah bitch
Fuck this fukin siri tab
Fuck this fucking web net
I just want to fuck enough
All my team is not bad
Ecstasy will make you dead
My team always in your head
US Polo hat, ratatat, bitches going mad
Bought a sushi set
All cars are luxurious
Speed up like comet
My unlogic friend unserious
Squad will make your girlfriend
From resting - hardworking
Sippin her in motel
She's gonna lick my gold bell
And she's doing it so well
In the bedroom I'll give her a hell
So I'm not Teo Dreiser
My sperm make your face brighter
Who's always high and higher
Unlogics with God Hylar