Вика Коробкова - ТИПА - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Baby, you're like a packaged guy

Everyone's like that

Like you'll leave a tip at a restaurant somewhere

Yeah, you're like a one-woman man

And everyone around you is bad

You're like, cool, but you're driving your daddy's car

Hey, I'm a young mom

Catch my charisma, man

I'm fluttering my eyes, yes, but I need a sugar daddy (e)

Tell me, what's so unique about you

Kalinan, father, so where's the excuse? No matter how much I want to, you'll never be close again, mm-m

If your pocket is tight

You can borrow from my friends

You need Fame, people like you won't budge

The topic doesn't work, call daddy, mm-m

Baby, you're supposedly a packaged person

Everyone's supposedly different

Like you'll leave a tip at a restaurant somewhere

Yeah, you're supposedly a one-woman man

And everyone around you is bad

You're supposedly cool, but you're driving daddy's car

Too

I worked hard to get from the bottom

I've seen people sell people and themselves

We haven't seen each other for a couple of years, now they need a collaboration

I don't care about status, I'm used to doing things alone

Short skirts

Long conversations

Girls monitor

Your stories for me

Inappropriate jokes

Unfunny jokes

Enormous thoughts

Music on monitors

And you're supposedly a packaged person, you have a lot of money, but you still haven't learned how to achieve it your goals

Yes, you're supposedly a one-woman man, but in reality, you're just a swindler, dangling gold chains on girls.

You're supposedly a packaged kid.

Everyone's supposedly different.

Like, you'll leave a tip at a restaurant somewhere.

Yes, you're supposedly a one-woman man.

And everyone around you is bad.

You're supposedly cool, but you're driving your daddy's car.