Gustavo Cerati – Otra Piel ( Lyrics) Letra GustavoCeratiVEVO Gustavo Cerati – Otra Piel ( Lyrics )
Esta tarde de sol me puse a mirar
tu postal bajo un haz de luz
(radiante luz)
una frase duró hasta el anochecer
recordarte es un hermoso lugar
Amo tu lucidez
leo tu desnudez
cuando pensás el mar
así te pienso igual
Si el lenguaje es otra piel
toquémonos más
con mensajes de deseo
si el lenguaje es otra piel
toquémonos más
con mensajes de deseo
(deseo)
No voy a endurecer
letras que dan placer
me contengo de amarte más
hasta volverte a ver
Si el lenguaje es otra piel
toquémonos más
con mensajes de deseo
si el lenguaje es otra piel
toquémonos más
con mensajes de deseo
deseo… Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Real Boston Richey – Beat the Odds ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra RealBostonRicheyVEVO Real Boston Richey – Beat the Odds Verse 1
Even though the jokes don’t be on them, they be ready to laugh
I ain’t gotta kill a nigga, I knew they wasn’t gon’ last
Different places, different vibes, that call for different masks
I told my nigga that’s disrespectful, I let you pay the tab
Chorus
Everything I said I was gon’ do, it came to pass
I keep my eyes straight forward, don’t care who ridin’ past
I take my time with it ‘cause nigga goin’ nowhere fast
Been lackin’ time with her, but I just wanna be a better dad
It’s been some months, I’m sayin’, “Fuck that shit, I can’t be sad”
My heart broken, baby, it’s in pieces, I need a cast
Overworkin’ lately, tell me, “Chill,” I need the cash
I don’t want a lady ‘cause these bitches be actin’ bad
Verse 2
I wish my day one changed on me, should’ve killed his ass
Shit crazy, last year, I was trappin’ Ziploc bags
Supported everybody with they music, they still flipped out mad
I don’t care who take off on me, I’ma still be glad
Before I give a bitch my time, let me get your socials
Life a gamble and this shit that I’m doin’ like playin’ poker
The only difference is you slippin’, you gon’ die a loafer
You close your life, you can’t get it back, I ain’t jokin’
Chorus
Everything I said I was gon’ do, it came to pass
I keep my eyes straight forward, don’t care who ridin’ past
I take my time with it ‘cause nigga goin’ nowhere fast
Been lackin’ time with her, but I just wanna be a better dad
It’s been some months, I’m sayin’, “Fuck that shit, I can’t be sad”
My heart broken, baby, it’s in pieces, I need a cast
Overworkin’ lately, tell me, “Chill,” I need the cash
I don’t want a lady ‘cause these bitches be actin’ bad
Verse 3
I be askin’ God why I couldn’t play basketball
I’m in the cut like peroxide or some alcohol
I gave it up, all my trap phones, I done passed it off
Church on the phone, up all night waitin’ on the pastor call
‘Cause I can’t make it in Sunday, but I’ma make it one way
I’m on the road, state-to-state, doin’ different shows
I’m wakin’ up makin’ music, used to wake up, trap a load
A bitch’ll fuck your main nigga, these bitches, they gettin’ bold
I’m fightin’ these attachments all my life, I’m in a hole
I miss them days when mama was standin’ up, cookin’ over the stove
I want her to still be in my life, but I see what she done chose
That bitch done chose the streets over me, these bitches hoes
If they would’ve did them niggas how they did me, they would’ve fold
I think it’s time to Moncler me, this shit here gettin’ cold
I know why niggas hatin’ on, they see how I done grown
They can’t wait to be on top of me, spreadin’ rumors, they say I told
Chorus
Everything I said I was gon’ do, it came to pass
I keep my eyes straight forward, don’t care who ridin’ past
I take my time with it ‘cause nigga goin’ nowhere fast
Been lackin’ time with her, but I just wanna be a better dad
It’s been some months, I’m sayin’, “Fuck that shit, I can’t be sad”
My heart broken, baby, it’s in pieces, I need a cast
Overworkin’ lately, tell me, “Chill,” I need the cash
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Real Boston Richey – New Wave ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra RealBostonRicheyVEVO Real Boston Richey – New Wave ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Intro
Uh, uh-uh
Uh, ?
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, hm
(Damn, Pablo)
Chorus
Yeah, can we go back home?
Go back to my place?
New wave
Nigga, I’m drippin’ tax ‘cause I’m the new age
Ho, I’ll pipe you up
Drip you up in Saint Laurent
But, I don’t listen, bitch, I only listen to what my funds say
This a Porsche coupe, red guts leakin’ on the broadway
Bring them whores through, bitch, we ain’t chillin’, this ain’t a spa date
I’m gonna ? you, bitch, you playin’ hella games like ?
I’m tryna worn you, these youngins shoot whenever I say
Verse 1
I’m forever out here trappin’ bags, ridin’ fast cars
Nigga, I’m out here livin’ fast
Fell out with a couple niggas, these days, I’m tryna ?
CHeated on a couple bitches, some days, I want ‘em back
‘Cause I ?
She say that she hate broke bitches, I’m like, “Me too”
The type that play it rich, but you know them bitches be see through
The type that say, “I left my card at home,” yeah, we onto you
I done piped it up, only rich bitches up in this booth
I done piped it up, now, when I slide, there’s stars up in the roof
He got more than who? Bitch, a rich nigga walked up in this room
Teach you how to be around a rich nigga, bitch, cut that attitude
You could be my queen, never drip you in Alexander, boo
I’ma be yo’ king, type of nigga stay down, boss you up
You know what I did, but on the ‘Gram, they stay fuckin’ up
You take Lil B back one more time, bae, it won’t cost you nothin’
Hit it at ? top, now, when he move, he move cautious, now
Chorus
Can we go back home?
Go back to my place?
New wave
Nigga, I’m drippin’ tax ‘cause I’m the new age
Ho, I’ll pipe you up
Drip you up in Saint Laurent
But, I don’t listen, bitch, I only listen to what my funds say
This a Porsche coupe, red guts leakin’ on the broadway
Bring them whores through, bitch, we ain’t chillin’, this ain’t a spa date
I’m gonna ? you, bitch, you playin’ hella games like ?
I’m tryna worn you, these youngins shoot whenever I say
Verse 2
Uh, all them times it was hard, I ran it up alone (Uh)
Everyday I’m gone, my mama call my phone (Uh-uh)
All these cars I bought, I never got a loan (Uh-uh)
All these times we fucked, we never got along
Bitch look like ?, okay, bring it on
None of these bitches can’t even fool me, they can’t leave me ‘lone
I make you mad then eat that pussy like filet mignon
Bad bitches support me, her nigga hate my songs
All these things in my head just like a chromosome
I learnt myself, I burnt my hand when I was home alone
Niggas keep on dyin’, pussy bitch, you better keep yo’ chrome
Slippers count, so when you move, be on point, ‘cause slippers don’t
All this shit I did, I’ll never tell a nigga some shit I won’t
I done seen a nigga get a shin splint, don’t ask me what I’m on
It’s late as fuck, I’m tryna fuck, don’t ask me what I’m on
Try to run another milli’ up, you ask, “What Boston on?”
A bitch embarrassin’ me, still, I wake up and probably call her phone
A bitch went down on me, swear to God, I ain’t have to leave the phone
The feds tappin’ in, so when you want it, call my people phone
She put the police on me, that’s the only way I’ma leave her ‘lone
Chorus
Can we go back home?
Go back to my place?
New wave
Nigga, I’m drippin’ tax ‘cause I’m the new age
Ho, I’ll pipe you up
Drip you up in Saint Laurent
But, I don’t listen, bitch, I only listen to what my funds say
This a Porsche coupe, red guts leakin’ on the broadway
Bring them whores through, bitch, we ain’t chillin’, this ain’t a spa date
I’m gonna ? you, bitch, you playin’ hella games like ?
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Real Boston Richey – Do Me Like That ( Lyrics ) Letra RealBostonRicheyVEVO Real Boston Richey – Do Me Like That ( Lyrics )
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Uh, uh
Uh
Why you wanna thug me like that? Uh, uh
Why you wanna do me like that? Uh, uh, uh
Why you tryna fuck me like that? Uh, uh
She wrote me, I ain’t never wrote back, uh, uh
I take her shoppin’ sprees when we hit Saks, uh
I’m finna go catch a play, I’m comin’ back, uh
Niggas keep dyin’ out here every day, I can’t relax, uh, uh
I get my Bubba plates from LAX, uh, uh
I’m Mister Fly ‘Em In to be exact
Make sure you got your head on right before you catch a hat
Ayy, I make my bed up every night right after I kiss a rack
Either way, they gotta see me like I got a face tat’
Then my main bitch complainin’, shit, I swear, I hate that
Took my L’s to the chin, manned up, I ate that
Leave the booth to catch a play, he just called for an eight pack
Niggas’ll still slime you out even if y’all go way back
Uh, whip the dope like cake mix, I don’t be on no fake shit
You would think we was at the round table, I’m passin’ out all these plates, bitch
Why the fuck I’ma give you the world? You can’t even make grits
I’ll come to your funeral late ‘fore you say your period late, bitch
Why you wanna thug me like that? Uh, uh
Why you wanna do me like that? Uh, uh, uh
Why you tryna fuck me like that? Uh, uh
She wrote me, I ain’t never wrote back, uh, uh
I take her shoppin’ sprees when we hit Saks, uh
I’m finna go catch a play, I’m comin’ back, uh
Niggas keep dyin’ out here every day, I can’t relax, uh, uh
I get my Bubba plates from LAX, uh, uh
Niggas be dyin’ out here every day, I gotta stay on beat
I’m ridin’ presi’, I done blacked-on-blacked my whole fleet
My bitch a blessin’, so when she come home, I’ma rub her feet
I pray that pussy shit don’t never come and rub on me
She pray that money rub off on her, she tryna hug on me
She think I’ma spend them Benjis on her, she tryna love on me
If you ain’t the baddest, Boston known to leave a bitch on E
She think I’ma treat her like my ex-bitch, bitch, we gon’ see
Uh, ayy, these niggas know where we be and we trappin’ C
Uh, I go back home and trap that D, my pockets ain’t on E
His F a bitch, I was thuggin’ by myself ‘cause I’m a G
Uh, “L,” stands for, “Love,” I’m chasin’ M’s and pushin’ P
Uh, gotta stay on Q, capitol R, I’m ready to shoot
Uh, know this shit get deep, the, “S,” stand for, “Shit ain’t sweet”
Know I’m dripped out to the T, I don’t know ‘bout you
Uh, and the “V,” it stand for, “Villain,” but I got private views
W, don’t fuck with we, X you, I can’t fuck with you
I ain’t sleep, but I’m locked with the Z’s, show a nigga what that flock’ll do
Why you wanna thug me like that? Uh, uh
Why you wanna do me like that? Uh, uh, uh
Why you tryna fuck me like that? Uh, uh
She wrote me, I ain’t never wrote back, uh, uh
I take her shoppin’ sprees when we hit Saks, uh
I’m finna go catch a play, I’m comin’ back, uh
Niggas keep dyin’ out here every day, I can’t relax, uh, uh
I get my Bubba plates from LAX, uh, uh Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Real Boston Richey – Braggin’ Rights ( Lyrics ) Letra RealBostonRicheyVEVO Real Boston Richey – Braggin’ Rights ( Lyrics )
(Ayo, run it up, Rami)
I wanna fuck
Let me see that pussy
You know I got you ice cream?
Man, let me see that pussy, man
Uh, uh
You ain’t gon’ let me see the pussy?
That’s all you care about? (Andree, run it up)
Bye
You got me fucked up
That’s all you care about is pussy
Nah
Boy, that bitch do not fuck you, for real
Ayy, man, what’s up?
Uh, uh, they want braggin’ rights, I don’t need no help
I keep my game tight, I stay down, run it up by myself
I’m a player, baby, so don’t play with me, better watch your step
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, ho, feel this pain I felt
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, can’t give no bitch my heart
Won’t let the bitch know I know she cheatin’, nigga, I play my part
Won’t let the bitch know whenever I’m leavin’, bitch, I play it smart
And she gon’ hide when she be cheatin’, but I’ma up the charts
Nigga, I’ma up the score
Trappin’ dope from coast to coast
Don’t need a bitch, I’ll leave a ho
I take that back, only time I need a bitch to drive the dope
Gangster bitch, straight up out the projects, swear you can’t hide the ho
Put up bitch, gotta tell a bitch, “Come outside some more”
I’m on that shit, I serve a nigga ass right up outside the store
Nigga don’t know my plug, nigga, I get my Bubs from Idaho
Forever do her wrong, how I growed up, nigga, we don’t idol hoes
These new niggas different, how they growed up, nigga, they’ll slime the bros
I was taught when you meet a bitch, wine and dine the ho
If that’s your main bitch, when you fuck her, slow stroke the ho
Finesse your main bitch, give her free game, we don’t dope the ho
I’ll hand a nigga the blick when it’s up like, “Need a ‘Port to smoke?”
Uh, jumped off in the water, I was the only nigga that finessed the ropes
Hit him in his head like he just asked for a vest to hold
Leave a bitch dead, I can’t lie, I invest in hoes
You heard what I said, the pussy good if she a messy ho
Uh, uh, they want braggin’ rights, I don’t need no help
I keep my game tight, I stay down, run it up by myself
I’m a player, baby, so don’t play with me, better watch your step
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, ho, feel this pain I felt
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, can’t give no bitch my heart
Won’t let the bitch know I know she cheatin’, nigga, I play my part
Won’t let the bitch know whenever I’m leavin’, bitch, I play it smart
And she gon’ hide when she be cheatin’, but I’ma up the charts
Nigga, I’ma up the score
Every day, fuck different hoes, switch a bitch up every show
Treat a bitch like Pastor Troy, but, baby, I ain’t your average Joe
She be tryna eat it right after she eat it, she ain’t your average ho
Hate a nigga be talkin’ all that shit, but still be lackin’ though
I don’t say nothin’ when these niggas be talkin’, I’m ready for action though
I play hot potato with these bitches, I’ma pass your ho
Say I love a bitch, but truth be told, I just be mackin’ though
If this rappin’ don’t go how I planned it, I’ma be right back trappin’ though
Uh, uh, hey want braggin’ rights, I don’t need no help
I keep my game tight, I stay down, run it up by myself
I’m a player, baby, so don’t play with me, better watch your step
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, ho, feel this pain I felt
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, can’t give no bitch my heart
Won’t let the bitch know I know she cheatin’, nigga, I play my part
Won’t let the bitch know whenever I’m leavin’, bitch, I play it smart
And she gon’ hide when she be cheatin’, but I’ma up the charts
Nigga, I’ma up the score
Like, fuck you mean though?
I’m finna unblock you though
You already unblocked me
No, I didn’t, finna unblock you, I need to have one of them—
So you finna knock my ass off and block me again? You know how childish that is?
Yeah, but I’m finna unblock you, I need to have one of them pictures soon as I unblock you
Bye
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Real Boston Richey – Ain’t Gone Lie ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra RealBostonRicheyVEVO Real Boston Richey – Ain’t Gone Lie ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Intro
Yeah
Mm, turn me up a lil’ more, brother
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah
(Andree, run it up)
Only got myself, it’s just me
Just me
Standin’ ten toes on this shit (Call that boy Duhvinci how he up it and just paint shit)
‘Til the Lord call my name
Uh
Chorus
Only got myself, it’s just me
Uh, self esteem the key, no matter what, I keep it G
Blick up on the seat, I’m watchin’ whoever watchin’ me
I’m givin’ Instagrams to all them niggas who ever called for me
I’m givin’ Goyard bags to all my bitches, that’s why they flock to me
If the bitch don’t do hair or do some nails, the bitch can’t talk to me
I ain’t gon’ lie, I done been through Hell, I make a bitch walk to me
Ain’t gon’ lie, bitch can’t fuck my brother, the bitch can’t talk to me
Verse
Ain’t gon’ lie, shit, I get too high ‘cause I been goin’ through shit
Ain’t gon’ lie, yeah, I been cheatin’ ‘cause I don’t like no borin’ bitch
Ain’t gon’ lie, you got me fucked up, laid up on some horny shit
If you can’t eat it up when I need you to, the fuck I need you, bitch?
Fuck you, bitch, let me pack my shit, that’s some shit I can’t put up with
You know it’s disrespectful if you ask me, “Boston, who you pulled up with?”
Five years ago when I pulled up, I would floss when I pulled the bitch
Got two sticks and a glizzy in this bitch, the crackers better not pull this bitch
Watched a nigga that I loved changed on me, nigga, I’m through with this
If I smack a nigga, won’t put it on the ‘Gram, won’t know who I’m ‘to it with
When it come to buyin’ Bub’ and ridin’ fancy cars, nigga, I influence this
Before I bought a car, I was stealin’ cars, fuck nigga, I ain’t new to this
Nigga, I stayed down with all this shit, nigga, I’m true to this
You know when a nigga steal, you gon’ turn around like, “Who to hit?”
Why the fuck these fuck niggas playin’ with my name? Nigga know I’m too legit
The way this switch’ll bust off, make that bang, nigga need a coolin’ kit
I told that bitch she could lose my number, bitch, you dead, you on bougie shit
Louie V pants, Balenciaga bomber, why the fuck I can’t lose a bitch?
Bitch, I’m turned up than a motherfucker, but I be on that coolin’ shit
Boston be smilin’ like a motherfucker, but he’ll get on that stupid shit
Chorus
Only got myself, it’s just me
Uh, self esteem the key, no matter what, I keep it G
Blick up on the seat, I’m watchin’ whoever watchin’ me
I’m givin’ Instagrams to all them niggas who ever called for me
I’m givin’ Goyard bags to all my bitches, that’s why they flock to me
If the bitch don’t do hair or do some nails, the bitch can’t talk to me
I ain’t gon’ lie, I done been through Hell, I make a bitch walk to me
Ain’t gon’ lie, bitch can’t fuck my brother, the bitch can’t talk to me Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Nasty C feat. Benny the Butcher – Prosper in Peace (VISUALIZER) Letra Nasty_C Nasty C feat. Benny the Butcher – (Haters keep coming for me
Won’t let me prosper in peace)
Haters keep coming for me
Won’t let me prosper in peace (Ey)
I sit in my car and read
Like damn
They got all the people intrigued
Won’t let me prosper in peace (Ey)
Ey, I sweat and I cry and I bleed
But they just keep coming for me
Like I don’t deserve what I have
I don’t know why they so mad
It ain’t no mystery
If you can get busy then victory is up for grabs
We’re just a bucket of crabs
We’re just a uh
Keep it a buck
We’re just a bucket of crabs
Niggas gon look at me sideways
Like I don’t deserve the shine
Who does he think he is
That bitch he fuck should be mine
That whip he drive should be mine
That bank account should be mine
And that lil nigga roll by and they breakin their kneck
Like Busta Rhymes
Shmoney coming
I’m not surprised
Blessings keep falling like much obliged
I’m so fresh to death (yeah)
I must have died
Stabbed in the back and I cut the ties
Locked the doors, shut the blinds
Living this life by God’s design
But I’ma still need this shit customized
Haters keep coming for me
Won’t let me prosper in peace (Ey)
I sit in my car and I read
Like damn
They got all the people intrigued
Won’t let me prosper in peace (Ey)
Ey, I sweat and I cry and I bleed
But they just keep coming for me
Like I don’t deserve what I have
I don’t know why they so mad
It ain’t no mystery
If you can get busy then victory is up for grabs
We’re just a bucket of crabs
We’re just a uh
Keep it a buck
We’re just a bucket of crabs
I don’t regret none of the shit that I did
Proper in peace, I’m here for these blessings
Here for the look on their face when they see us
I make my haters need therapy sessions
Stood in the mirror confessing
They see the jewels but they don’t be hearing the message (Def)
I grinded for this
I’m playing niggas in paris
Whilst I’m in paris with niggas
She like whatever I like she my twin
She text me at 3 AM like
Where you been
I text back the skeleton face emoji
Bitch quit playing with me drop the pin
I did it with patience
I can’t even fake it
Sometimes I feel like the greatest
I’m really that nigga
We’re flying in private
The pilot like nigga you made it
(I know)
Haters keep coming for me
Won’t let me prosper in peace (Ey)
I sit in my car and I read
Like damn
They got all the people intrigued
Won’t let me prosper in peace (Ey)
Ey, I sweat and I cry and I bleed
But they just keep coming for me
Like I don’t deserve what I have
I don’t know why they so mad
It ain’t no mystery
If you can get busy then victory is up for grabs
We’re just a bucket of crabs
We’re just a uh
Keep it a buck
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DerZwang – Du Hrensohn (Roast Yourself CreepyPastaPunch) prod. by Krao Letra PlietSchnack DerZwang – Du Hrensohn (Roast Yourself CreepyPastaPunch) prod. by Krao
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Tus – Του Χρήστου Τα Πάθη Lyrics Martin Ruts – Lyrics Letra Release Letra TUS Tus – Του Χρήστου Τα Πάθη Lyrics
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Miszel – GO STUPID (prod. Premixm) Letra QueQuality Miszel – GO STUPID (prod. Premixm)
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Żyję cały dzień, potem bawię całą noc, ona do mnie ma pretensje
Cały tydzień bieg, potem weekendowy lek, każdy prosi tu o więcej
Wchodzi to, jak woda, no to biorę jeden łyk
Nie można przesadzić, ale się bawimy dziś
Cała sala leci z nami, nie zatrzyma nas już nic
Niezadowolenie wrogów gdy gotuję hit
Znowu Bacardi, mieszam ulubiony drink
Ze mną tańcz, tańcz, tańcz kiedy w sobie czujesz dryg
Całe życie głodowałem, więc zaserwuj proszę plik
Wszyscy się bawimy dalej, nie ma czasu tu na chill
Żyję cały dzień, potem bawię całą noc, ona do mnie ma pretensje
Cały tydzień bieg, potem weekendowy lek, każdy prosi tu o więcej
Żyję cały dzień, potem bawię całą noc, ona do mnie ma pretensje
Cały tydzień bieg, potem weekendowy lek, każdy prosi tu o więcej
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Sam nie przewidziałem, co może mi przyjść do głowy
Nie pytaj czy jestem, urodziłem się gotowy
Jak na olimpiadzie przeskakuję przez przeszkody
Nie mam czasu na wakacje, no bo muszę zbierać plony
Nie chodź mi po sionym, posadziłem tam miliony
Przelew mam bankowy, no bo wyznaczyłem trend
Astronomii w szoku jakie zrobiłem obroty
Gotujemy takie hity, pora zmienić PKB
Żyję cały dzień, potem bawię całą noc, ona do mnie ma pretensje
Cały tydzień bieg, potem weekendowy lek, każdy prosi tu o więcej
Żyję cały dzień, potem bawię całą noc, ona do mnie ma pretensje
Cały tydzień bieg, potem weekendowy lek, każdy prosi tu o więcej
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Tańcz, tańcz, tańcz, tańcz, tańcz, tańcz, tańcz, tańcz
Tańcz, tańcz, tańcz, tańcz, tańcz, tańcz, tańcz, tańcz
