I don't care about the past, how many guys have already entered there New school Jacek, that's his fate I walk on a nice carpet, I've already eaten in the jacuzzi Never after half, always after the whole, she hits again after the small Golden rope, welcome the king, you probably think it's syrup DJ Makson is already a hoola, Dziurov will make a V-Tiro I'm still on the cruise, Jacek Melasz Gruby is calling The deck is crumbling under the cardboard, give me a folded banknote Rap is played by me, Alfonso, I'll give you tzatziki like in Paros Alvaro's curly hair, give me one more, because one is not enough DJ Piton, today's co-pito In Boba bread, not a Jew, shots like Casemiro Celebrity like D-Rose, the plate knows that there is love He bathes with my Zdziro, he says about me my kilo Kilo, kilo, we are coming, kilo Ijo, Ijo, that's how people live here Let me earn bread, I want to have fun Alvaro, Alvaro, Alvaro Tell me how long I have to live, they want to hit like this Kama plays Ryder, what a style, you're getting in touch with her again She wants me to take pictures of her, zero ladies, zero-zero anniversary I'm still spinning her like blocks, the orchestra is a mess, I'm Pavarotti I'm sleeping in her bed like Lodki, darling, it's just a rumor You have a ragged mudflat with you, I'm going down in the rubber, even if you don't want months Bald head like a station wagon, you're sweet like Monte Young words like in Norbi, women are hot Kilo, kilo, we are coming, kilo Ijo, Ijo, that's how people live here Let me earn bread, I want to have fun Alvaro, Alvaro, Alvaro Alvaro, Alvaro