Zomb - Do Flex

On the party, the princess-nessmeyana pays. The colors of Marya Ivanovna. Normally it covers. It’s okay to have a baby. So fickle. Everyone is beside us. Let’s imagine that there is no one else ... Far not a girl-holiday. She’s more like an iceberg girl. Girl “do not fit.“ All perfect, straight Nefertiti. Wait, we would have tequila. DJ, let’s get louder. Smooth with me at the bar tack. And smile, it’s so cute. Chorus: And let on the dance floor there are no places. My hands on you are a reflex. And let on the dance floor there are no places. We do what? (We make Flex, baby, let’s take interest in me. Or without. The ceiling here at last. And we do, we do, we do, we do flex.) We do Flex. Second Verse: Zomb There’s dirty dancing. We are right in the center, feel the vibrations. You see, we succeed. I see that you, as I like it. Well, let’s drink, Che is burning. Where do not you tell mom today. Like the last, I bet with me. It’s like a meteorite flies into the club. The dead do not sleep, we do not sleep