Pojari lyrics
(English Translation)

Chorus: Wosh MC & Secta
No, don't ask me, no, I don't know We make big fires when I've shrunk a gram Who cares to pass it here
And the whole room is money since I've been there No, don't ask me, no, I don't know We make big fires when I've shrunk a gram Who cares to pass it here
And the whole room is money since I've been there
Verse 1: Wosh MC & Secta
Boy, his Nikes are genuine
His mother is Moticaria
Kiselyak, say at least one "Cheers"
Sit down and read, that's right, dad, it's not that slow
Start with the primer, then with Dora Gabe - it's better Every moment is monogamous
My every new trick your nightmare is
I don't know the reasons, I know that Philip of the Romans is just a king
Tell me one that's more scandalous Wet in the coffee shop in Rotterdam and goat in Copenhagen (good health)
Hey kid, look at his pants all the way up Placed in a basin with a universal detergent, it is ideal for the floor A social experiment with a moronic student annoying
Wosh big gamen, officially just not normal
I hate them to death if they don't give me a fas on fire
Out if I catch someone before I cross I go for a hit
I quickly forget everything except to breathe and have fun
Like in an epic feature film- I'd rather be nasty

Chorus: Wosh MC & Secta
No, don't ask me, no, I don't know We make big fires when I've shrunk a gram Who cares to pass it here
And the whole room is money since I've been there No, don't ask me, no, I don't know We make big fires when I've shrunk a gram Who cares to pass it here
And the whole room is money since I've been there
Verse 2: Wosh MC & Secta
I've been a skater all my life, but I'm a biker at heart I'm making a cypher with Michelle Pfeiffer and a graffiti writer The eye of the tiger, Muay Thai match with MacGyver
On viber, with Hussein striker, on the feat of Street fighter
Ugly can be as long as she's smart God, God, what occurred to me
Welcome to a trip to our autonomous jungle
Densim tango and rumba with some super bottom whore
Secticha and Wosh on the tumba are like Timon and Pumbaa
Act smart, after every step I make a jerk wonderful
Word for word you understand exactly how bad and crazy I am, ma
We keep you still awake, I love you being quite loud
Do you say "Hang on a second" or "Tie me up for some powerful rounds" (Ha)
The task never difficult, the player in a deserted desert
Do you understand what it means to have no way to stop blowing them

Chorus: Wosh MC & Secta
No, don't ask me, no, I don't know We make big fires when I've shrunk a gram Who cares to pass it here
And the whole room is money since I've been there No, don't ask me, no, I don't know We make big fires when I've shrunk a gram Who cares to pass it here
And the whole room is money since I've been there

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