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19 мая в 18:22

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17 мая в 11:29

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Мразота Фартовая написал
23 апр. в 16:50

я плачу слезами и солью, потому что Рома меня бьет, и я развожусь с ним сейчас. это конец отношений Сюзанны и Мальбэк. Мальбэк — это конец, это конец, это конец, это жопа, это просто финал

Мразота Фартовая написал
20 апр. в 19:21

Sex, money, drugs, chains on my chest, vintage Celine
Diamond grills, champagne bottles, I get for free
I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed
Fuck him, go into his closet, steal some of his Supreme
I want beat-up Chanels, I want new personnel
I wanna dye my hair every pretty shade of pastel
I want nasty after parties, banged up at the motel
I want beat-up Chanels, I want somethin' for real

Slayyyter — BEAT UP CHANEL$

03:19

Money, drugs, chains on my chest, that vintage Celine
Diamond grills, champagne bottles, swagger I bleed
I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed
I want a cigarette
Don't wanna talk with ease, I'm over all it
Don't try fuckin' with me, boy, I don't want it
You should go and get with her, she's better for you
Baby, I'm not that girl, don't want no lovin' from you
Don't try fuckin' with me-e, yeah, no, I don't want it
You should go and get with her, oh, uh, she's better for you
Never gonna be your girl, boy, I don't want you
I don't want lovin', all that I want is
Sex, money, drugs, chains on my chest, vintage Celine
Diamond grills, champagne bottles, I get for free
I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed
Fuck him, go into his closet, steal some of his Supreme
I want beat-up Chanels, I want new personnel
I wanna dye my hair every pretty shade of pastel
I want nasty after parties, banged up at the motel
I want beat-up Chanels, I want somethin' for real
I don't give a damn, don't you understand?
I've been down, so don't come around
I see it, know you want it, yeah
Yeah, I'm not goin' for it, it's in the best
He really want a chance, sorry, man, not a fan
He lookin' when I dance, keep your head up out your pants
I never really want it
You know that all I want is, all I want is
Money, drugs, chains on my chest, that vintage Celine
Diamond grills, champagne bottles, swagger I bleed
I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed
I want a cigarette
Money, drugs, chains on my chest, that vintage Celine
Diamond grills, champagne bottles, swagger I bleed
I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed
I want a cigarette
Sex, money, drugs, chains on my chest, vintage Celine
Diamond grills, champagne bottles, I get for free
I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed
Fuck him, go into his closet, steal some of his Supreme
I want beat-up Chanels, I want new personnel
I wanna dye my hair every pretty shade of pastel
I want nasty after parties, banged up at the motel
I want beat-up Chanels, I want somethin' for real
Beat-up Chanels, I want somethin' for real
Beat-up Chanels, I want somethin' for real
Beat-up Chanels, I want somethin' for real