The little one, he is a bulletproof,
the little whos body as high as roof,
he meter ninety, hear everyone?
thats why he called a little one.
When little come - stay an off the road,
he hide a gun under vinous coat,
his face mutilated by deadly scars,
and he kill as easy - as smoke cigars.
I bet you will far from his iron ass,
he scratch their bodies by piece of glass,
he meter ninety, hear everyone?
thats why he called a little one.
Little one
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