[Chorus]
Face, breasts, butty, yeah
I didn't come here for nothing, can you closer, uh?
Face, breasts, butty, yeah
You're a pop-star (Pop-star)
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop-star
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop-star
[Verse 1]
The golden voice of streets, better then Baskov
I'm running to a strip club, saying, 'Hello!'
Every girl of this party is making eyes
Cause I'm definitely a producer, we'll have a casting
Cool I came, it's not "Star Factory"
It's a fabric of butties, but breasts are cool too
Banknotes stick to them like a green bandage
The mood's blue, lips are red
There's some blood in my glassеs - Cabernet Sauvignon
I'll turn into a pig like in a fairy talе
She fervently whispers she wants to be a star
Or sleep with star, she wants to fuck
[Chorus]
Face, breasts, butty, yeah
I didn't come here for nothing, can you closer, uh?
Face, breasts, butty, yeah
You're a pop-star (Pop-star)
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop-star
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop-star
[Verse 2]
Money are falling down like paper flakes
I've thousand faces and and each one has a butty
All those butts like Kim's like nuclear bombs
Cause of them brains will explode and be torn apart
Through these fucking catacombs
Predators will attack them like zombies
So then I 'm unlikely
To be able to remember your
[Chorus]
Face, breasts, butty, yeah
I didn't come here for nothing, can you closer, uh?
Face, breasts, butty, yeah
You're a pop-star (Pop-star)
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop-star
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop-star