VORSKIY & GG brodyaga — Её формы как бомба

You're like Monica Bellucci — No one is cooler than you. You shine among the clouds. How do I find the key to you?

You're maximally awesome, Incredibly beautiful. And my heart whispers: "Come on, bro, Go quick, go get her."

Her curves are like a bomb — call a bomb technician. She's like a Ferrari — flies in at full speed. Don't shake my nerves — a heart isn't a toy. Ah, you wild bitch — you've sunk deep into my soul.

Her curves are like a bomb — call a bomb technician. She's like a Ferrari — flies in at full speed. Don't shake my nerves — a heart isn't a toy. Ah, you wild bitch — you've sunk deep into my soul.

Around her I get shy, like a kid. Be mine — I'd love you to the end. Be mine — I'd kiss you from head to toe. For you I'd even stand against the lead.

Oh, tell me, brothers, Oh, tell me what to do — How do I tame Someone like her?

Her curves are like a bomb — call a bomb technician. She's like a Ferrari — flies in at full speed. Don't shake my nerves — a heart isn't a toy. Ah, you wild bitch — you've sunk deep into my soul.

Her curves are like a bomb — call a bomb technician. She's like a Ferrari — flies in at full speed. Don't shake my nerves — a heart isn't a toy. Ah, you wild bitch — you've sunk deep into my soul.