I don't care about her 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 line, welcome the king, you probably think it's syrup DJ Makson is already a hoola, Dziurov will make a ventilo The plate is still on the cruise, Jacek Mylarz Gruby is calling The dirt is crumbling under the cardboard, give me a folded banknote Rap plays, it's *** 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 boobs, 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, I get a kilo Ijo, Ijo, that's how people live here Give me a life, I want to make bread, I want to play with Rihanna Alvaro, Alvaro, Alvaro, Alvaro Tell me how long I have to live, they want to fight 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, orchestra, schmatz, I'm Pavarotti I'm sleeping in her bed like Lodki, darling, it's just rumors You have a ragged mudflat with you again, 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, hey, women are hot Kilo, kilo, I get a kilo Ijo, Ijo, that's how people live here Give me a life, I want to make bread, I want to play with Rihanna Alvaro, Alvaro, Alvaro, Alvaro Alvaro, Alvaro, Alvaro