1337 – SPRITE Lyrics
Artist: 1337
Song: SPRITE
Залетаю на хату, самый пьяный на тусовке
Взял с собой лопату, я бухаю на Рублёвке
54 грамма, пентаграмма на шнуровке
Твои суки на цепи – занимаюсь дрессировкой
Лью в стакан жидкую сталь
В бэкпэке «Sprite», кричу суке: «Слазь!»
Разрезаю слайс, эй, rolling dice
Rolling dice sacrifice
Неоновый трип, диско-шар, я на танцполе
Kawasaki jeep, гавайский шарм на рок-н-ролле
Закручиваю роллы, зареролил твою хоу, блять
Отвёл её в свой номер, она знает, будет больно
Она вся из себя «королева бала»
Лежит в углу заблёванная шмара
На дне унитаза, как будто Самара
Всё заебало, завожу свой Camaro
Multiply all my lies
I’m like God Jesus Christ
You’re like b#tch, check the price
Look to my eyes, it so demise
Switchblade in my pocket
Hundred of pain in my bucket
Bloodstain in my locket
My brain like rocket
No pain, no gain, you such a lame
Okay, okay, forget my name
Remember the day, remember the date
When I f#ck your b#tch in bloody cave
Волчара. Бас-гитара. Стеклотара. Бара. Разгара
Кошмара. Семинара. Шара. Чара. Ара. Мара
Динара. Фанфара. Свара. Пожара
Всё это было написано под тремя таблетками «Феназепама»
Пати на кровати, трахнул тати в чёрном платье
Она платит? Без понятия. Мне не катит её бампер
Я как яхта депутата: меня нет, но я реален
Порно в спальне, непонятно, всё снимает Вуди Аллен
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SPRITE Lyrics – English Translation
Flying on the hut, the most drunk on the party
Took a shovel with him, I’ll f#ck on the ruble
54 grams, lacing pentagram
Your bits on the chains – Engage in training
Lew in a glass of liquid steel
In the backpage “Sprite”, shouting a b#tch: “Slantia!”
Cut Slace, Hey, Rolling Dice
Rolling Dice Sacrifice.
Neon trip, disco-ball, I’m on the dance floor
Kawasaki Jeep, Hawaiian Charm on Rock and Roll
Spinning rolls, savor Your Hou, f#cking
Divered it into your number, she knows, it will hurt
She is all “Queen of Bala”
Lies in the corner of the closed Shmar
At the bottom of the toilet, as if Samara
Everything fell, I start my Camaro
MultiPly All My Lies
I’m Like God Jesus Christ
You’re Like b#tch, Check the Price
Look to My Eyes, IT SO Demise
SwitchBlade in My Pocket
Hundred of Pain In My Bucket
Bloodstain in My Locket
My Brain Like Rocket
No Pain, No Gain, You Souch A Lame
Okay, Okay, Forget My Name
REMEMBER THE DAY, REMEMBER THE DATE
WHEN I f#ck Your b#tch in Bloody Cave
Volcter. Bas-guitar. Glassware. Bar. Grozara
Nightmare. Seminar. Bowl. Chara. Ara. Mara
Dinar. Fanfare. Svara. Fire
All this was written under the three pills “Fenazepama”
Pati on the bed, f#cked tati in a black dress
Does she pay? No idea. I do not roll her bumper
I like a deputy yacht: I’m not, but I am Reaen
p#rn in the bedroom, it is not clear, everything removes Woody Allen
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1337 Lyrics – SPRITE
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Release Year: 2021