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Turn Up (MikeWill made it). We gon' always get money man. Young Jeezy, Big Sean, Juicy J. Boss * nigga, let's get it Every time I go out, you know I gotta show out. Every time I go out, you
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welcome. To Jay fizzle, my nizzle, for shizzle. (Turn up J. Fizzle's microphone). . Jazze Pha - in backround. Tell me why, why, is it soo. That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (ice cold). Tell me why, why, is
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Song Love Linda - Daniel Balavoine. Encre bleue pour toi versée. Mais je n'écris pas bien droit. J'ai plus de papier rayé. Et les mots penchent vers toi. Ooh Love. Ooh Linda. Je t'écris pour dire
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programme. A ce programme viendrait tout un public ardant. Qui devant tant de talent m'enverrait ses bravos. Et gr?ce ? leurs bravos je gagnerais de l'argent. Et avec cet argent j'ach?terais un piano
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'em up. (Right you are). You a true underground head. You know what this mean right here baby This ain't motherfuckin' LL Cool J, get it up. You know what this mean?. It don't mean lazy
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I'm a big big girl. In a big big world. It's not a big big thing if you leave me. But I do do feel that. I do do will miss you much. Miss you much. I can see the first leaf falling. It's all yellow
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Once again it's on, the Nigga you love to hate. Ice Cube's in the motherfucking house. Yo I wanna say what's up to the niggas from the Lench Mob. J. D. , T-Bone, Shorty, Del, yo. Sir Jinx, Chill
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make sure your G spots soft. Leshaun. I'm gonna call you Big Daddy and scream your name. Matter fact I can't wait for your candy rain. Ll Cool J. So what cha sayin, I get my swerve on, bring it live
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make sure your G spots soft. Leshaun. I'm gonna call you Big Daddy and scream your name. Matter fact I can't wait for your candy rain. Ll Cool J. So what cha sayin, I get my swerve on, bring it live
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blocks. (Cool J). An' the hottest nigga in the whole spot. (L L). An' you see my hand, not what I got. (Cool J) An' strictly evil in the big box. (L L). An' it's no stoppin' when my * knocks
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Linda, Linda, I wish you were mine When I go to sleep I never count sheep. I count all the charms about Linda. And lately it seems in all of my dreams. I walk with my arms about Linda But what
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Ya see, wenches be messy like Marvin. My homies be ballin', pimp tricks eryday, from L. A. to the Bay. To New Orleans, the original big baby, like Big Mike. Don't make me Tina Turner one of you
