Slammin' bones, telephones
Way the aim goes up, up
From this bowl we will sup, smoke
Drug, comrade, we stood in the rain
Comrade, brother, always faithful
Mojim drugovima, I feel ya'
Grozny snacks, lessons learned in brass
Cold cash, runs the **** thing
Float like a butterfly and sting, sting, sting
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 2:22 AM UTC
Slammin' bones, telephones
Way the aim goes up, up
From this bowl we will sup, smoke
Drug, comrade, we stood in the rain
Comrade, brother, always faithful
Mojim drugovima, I feel ya'
Grozny snacks, lessons learned in brass
Cold cash, runs the **** thing
Float like a butterfly and sting, sting, sting
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