Is this Popov?
(Woo-woo)
Nucci, Voyage, Balkan (Woo-woo)
Two or three lines make me, oh my love
All designer, Dior shines on me
Women lie, ladies lie in pain
They love my flaws, yo-yo, yo-yo
Ave, ave, and the Balkans give everything
Ave, ave, and drink, don't stop
Ave, ave, and the Balkans give everything
I was born there, but I had to disappear
Ave, ave, and the Balkans give everything
Ave, ave, and drink, don't stop
Ave, ave, and the Balkans give everything
I was born there, but I had to disappear
Many would dream of doggy* with you
Everyone wanted to, but few could
That's right, caramel like Naomi**
She gave me everything when I lied to her that I loved her
I would like roaming to break the body on coca
I'm squeezing her around the neck, damn it, like I'm choky (M-m)
For my Paciotti, m-mother, shed a tear for me
Mom, it's not our fault, it's our bad idols (Mom)
How well does it work for me (Yeah-yeah)
Take things off, when I tell her to throw her ass on the floor (Yeah-yeah)
How well does it work for me (Yeah-yeah)
Half drunk, at two grams, he begs, asks for more
Two or three lines make me, oh my love
All designer, Dior shines on me
Women lie, ladies lie in pain
They love my flaws, yo-yo, yo-yo
Ave, ave, and the Balkans give everything
Ave, ave, and drink, don't stop
Ave, ave, and the Balkans give everything
I was born there, but I had to disappear
Ave, ave, and the Balkans give everything
Ave, ave, and drink, don't stop
Ave, ave, and the Balkans give everything
I was born there, but I had to disappear
And mother, I have to disappear
And mother, I have to disappear
And mother, I have to disappear
Balkans