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Hello sweet cookies my name is Siberian because I'm From that place you don't wanna live where. I love that place but it's better in Moscow. The Red Square is a soul for someone who Has a purse. Get ready hon, I'm not a Native speaker. Please strain your ears, Forgive your grammar leader. Don't judge me, I'm trying my best way. I wanted to present you the big Siberian female. I've been growing on the Hollywood movies and all The actresses with the big lips. I remember Muhammad and you know Mister Tyson. Not the Tyson who's a researcher but the iron-clod Shit. To be honest, I don't exactly remember my Parents. A big bear took them to the lair Once. It was in a cap with the enormous Ear flaps. Maybe you think this is bullshit, Try to guess. No rockets, no flag, No vodka, no fake. No more in color, just me and my white Mama. Do listen, do love that crazy air stuff. No more in color, just me and my white Mama. For being a big rap boy you need A dick. For being a big rap girl you An ass like a ship. I don't have either, None of these two. I just have my notes about what I wanted To do. So you're already hearing me, I wanna Hypnotize you. You love the Siberian idiotic hue. You love the white mama eternal, eternal love. Give me your money, I want to buy a New handbag. Anyway, I have so a lot to Say I can't say anything. I should read some stories from my lexicon. You would say, "Nutty insane, somebody's gonna Pension her." You know what? My English is better Russian, yeah. Let's say goodbye, I'm coming back to my pit. Thank you man, you've listened all my shit. I promise it's going to be the next song While I'm living. I'm working on my top. No rockets, no flag, no vodka, No fake. No more in color, just me and My white mama. Do listen, do love that crazy Air stuff. No more in color, just me and My white mama. No rockets, no flag, No vodka, no fake. No more in color, just me and my white Mama. Do listen, do love that crazy air stuff. No more in color, just me and my white Mama.