[Verse 1]
Those bitches don't dry
In the shovel Hoffman
I'm like a wall
The one that took too much
Now getting cold there under the sheet
She loves to lick him so much, as if there is a popsicle
She needs it again
So you need to take a breath over the snow
Stand back to me
Bend and be silent right after
Darkness in my eyes
Because I spin myself a new touch
Don't fall here bitch
After all, all my guys are sunset on the Rolls
After my gifts, you will not mouth
And I don’t even have to flex
I'm from Cropp all over Vance
And I don’t even have to flex

[Verse 2]
She fucks it and I know she lies
She knows what I know, but she just twists my style
Oh hell how bad is it
I hold her hair, and I hold her for suckers
Money is not a problem, soul goals feed me
Your favorite musical, probably Moulin Rouge
While a guy calls her, she calls me in the shower
You "like" do not love me, I know - this is nonsense
Bitch!

[Chorus]
Say hello to your bitch!
Say hello to your brother-in-law!
Say hello to dumb fuckers!
Moscow - Peter, say hello!
Say hi to the fans!
In the stomach, say hello to the fruit drink!
Say hello to everyone who did not believe!
"Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta", you are a vinaigrette, bitch!
Die, creature! Creature!