Alloevera – Prada Lyrics
Artist: Alloevera
Song: Prada
Маска Prada, pull up куда попало
Моё bando, po-po говорят на пол
Маска Prada, pull up куда попало
Моё bando, po-po говорят на пол
В теле металл, верь в меня, я – Фанфан-тюльпан
Saint-P, drilliant, тебя пасет федерал
Сын, ты отвянь, ты высоко не летал
Visa card, это скам, дуло у oppa виска
Shot в голова, делает больно пуля АК
Кладу в карман много mula
Ну ты попал, делает больно пуля АК
Allo звонит, алло?
Маска Prada, pull up куда попало
Моё bando, po-po говорят на пол
Маска Prada, pull up куда попало
Моё bando, po-po говорят на пол
Нет, ты не летал, курим gas, это метан
Opp голова об бетон, цак-цак, это мой сезон
Я тебя съем – это питон, я тебя съем – это бизон
Не бодайся – не резон, цак-цак, это мой сезон
Цак-цак, это trap maison
Цак-цак, ты завали, son
Мой blunt длинный как Гудзон
Ты уже под карнизом
Наш blunt длинный – Пиза
Эти карты Visa
Мой брат хитрый – лиса
Курим эти леса
Маска Prada, pull up куда попало
Моё bando, po-po говорят на пол
Маска Prada, pull up куда попало
Моё bando, po-po говорят на пол
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Alloevera – Цыгане (Gypsies)
Alloevera – Внутривенно
Prada Lyrics – English Translation
Prada mask, pull up where it got
My Bando, PO-PO speaks the floor
Prada mask, pull up where it got
My Bando, PO-PO speaks the floor
In the body metal, believe in me, I am Fanfan -Tulip
Saint-P, Drilliant, you are grazing federal
Son, you’re running away, you didn’t fly high
Visa Card, this is a bench, a barrel at an Oppa temple
Shot in the head, makes a bullet pain painfully
I put a lot of mula in my pocket
Well, you hit, makes a bullet pain painfully
ALLO calls, Hello?
Prada mask, pull up where it got
My Bando, PO-PO speaks the floor
Prada mask, pull up where it got
My Bando, PO-PO speaks the floor
No, you did not fly, we smoke GAS, this is methane
OPP Head about concrete, TsAK-tsak, this is my season
I eat you – this is a python, I will eat you – this is a bison
Do not fight-not a reason, TsAK-tsak, this is my season
TsAK-tsak, this is the Trap Maison
TsAK-tsak, you piled up, son
My Blunt is long as goodzone
You are already under the cornice
Our Blunt Long – Pisa
These Visa cards
My brother is cunning – Fox
We smoke these forests
Prada mask, pull up where it got
My Bando, PO-PO speaks the floor
Prada mask, pull up where it got
My Bando, PO-PO speaks the floor
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Alloevera Lyrics – Prada
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Release Year: 2021