Nothing says, but their eyes are screaming
I dont get the type of one that couldnt take
No no no. I was wrong. I
No no no. I was wrong. I
All Bijan suit
I am with a bazeera
I wake up from the night
In Farzm, my dervish
Lady
Im so good I want to get sick
I wish I was the phone that you would be so self -sufficient
"Two hours of work by Wali Wali for Miss Kalish"
It did not say nothing to us
But it looks like we were with our type
Not with our pockets strange
See you at twenty, were zero
Together two hundred hands, Perfectim
In the devil, we fasten
Not to be together. Its not a pity
Wow Wow Wow Wow Vavila
I am not from that leopard in that leopard
Wow Wow Wow Wow Vavila
I am not from that leopard in that leopard
