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"Who Do We Think We Are". (feat. Rick Ross). Intro John Legend. Who do we think we are?. Baby, tell me, who do we think we are?. Verse 1 John Legend. We can't run out of magic. It’s the only way we
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long as my dick is. Shorty handle her business, she the realest. Hundred stacks in Bel-Air. Black bottle, black mail. You looking at who run the city, Luke James, runs it with me So lady, taking life
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out to Bunky Brown - Shout out to Fish Grease. Shout out to Falcon - Shout out to Big Ba. Shout out to John Doe - The hole Lynch Mob. (Shout out to Rick Ross) because I (Run This). I was a trill
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She said, "Dear John, I'm moving on. By this time I'm gonna be long gone. Dear John, c'est la vie, dear John. So long, you've seen the last of me" I don't want her back, I won't even try. This time
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Marilyn peint sa bouche. Elle pense à John. Rien qu'à John. Un sourire, puis un soupir. Elle fredonne une chanson Ni triste, ni gaie. Entre deux, trois interviews. Et du swing qui mousse. Dans
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long as my dick is. Shorty handle her business, she the realest. Hundred stacks in Bel-Air. Black bottle, black mail. You looking at who run the city, Luke James, runs it with me So lady, taking life
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(feat. Akon). . Akon talking. Convict echo. Up Front. Yeah. Convikt Muzik. . Rick Ross talking (Akon). Ross. (ohhh). Triple C's. . Chorus Akon. If you ever cross that line. I
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Do what John?Do what John?Come again do what?Do what John?Do what John?Do what?Do what?Do what?Do where John?Do where John?With what, with whom and when?Triffic, really triffic!Pardon?Come again?
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. This for them d-boys gettin money shinin. . Outro - Rick Ross. Shinin you feel me. Shout out to that hole motherfuckin 3-0-5 M. I. Yayo. Maybach Music, nigga. I am the C-E-O and we are sucka free
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MARILYN ET JOHN . ( VANESSA PARADIS ) . Marilyn peint sa bouche . Elle pense a John . Rien qu'a John . Un sourire, puis un soupir . Elle fredonne une. chanson . Ni triste, ni gaie . Entre deux
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Saw a flea kick a tree. Fooba wooba, fooba wooba. Saw a flea kick a tree. Fooba wooba John Saw a flea kick a tree. In the middle of the sea. Well, John, ho, John. Fooba wooba John Saw a rat
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Written by Dan Ross, John Mellencamp, and Larry Crane. . You may drive around in your town. Ina brand new shiny car. Your face in the wind your haircut's in. And your friends think you're
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Intro Rick Ross. This * is highly sophisticated. I just make it look easy, nigga. Follow me Verse 1 Rick Ross. I'm so sophisticated. To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated. To get a
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Intro Rick Ross. This * is highly sophisticated. I just make it look easy, nigga. Follow me Verse 1 Rick Ross. I'm so sophisticated. To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated. To get a
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Marilyn peint sa bouche. Elle pense a John. Rien qu'a John. . Un sourire. Puis un soupir. Elle fredonne une chanson. Ni triste. Ni gaie entre deux. Trois interviews. . Et du swing qui
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Marilyn peint sa bouche. Elle pense a John. Rien qu'a John. . Un sourire. Puis un soupir. Elle fredonne une chanson. Ni triste. Ni gaie entre deux. Trois interviews. . Et du swing qui
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fuckin' Ross. I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What). I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back. I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic. I got them motherfuckers flyin
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homie Tattoos for forgiveness. I might not get it but forgive me. I'm here and I'm fightin' like a motherfucker. Triple C excited like a motherfucker Say a prayer, put the weed in the air. Thank God
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Bài hát Do The John Wall - Troop 41. Raleigh be the city where we like to do the dance. Another version of the song says "we be in the city where we like to do the dance". Flex to left throw some
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Bài hát It's Time - Steve Aoki, Laidback Luke, Bruce Buffer. Presenting the champion of the world. Steve Aoki, Laidback Luke!. Undefeated, and the defending champion of the world. Chorus Bruce Buffer
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Rick ross lyrics. "Blow". (feat. Dre). . Chorus Rick Ross (Dre). . Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah). Bottle of that Jose, pass me some mo'. I got, mo' cars, (mo' cars,) mo
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, boss. Do Whatcha like. Ross, la la, la la, la la. Do Whatcha like. Ross, la la, la la, la la. Do Whatcha like. . Verse 1. As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black antique impala. She ain't gotta
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feat. Rick Ross & Beanie Sigel Intro Rick Ross. You know we got em. 45s, machine guns, heavy artillery. We got those grenades on your ass, nigga. Boss. Black Wall Street. I'm in that
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a rolex smokin on a blunt hoe (ross). I'm heavy mane, off in this chevy game. Dip it in the pretty paint, chromed out everything. Take it back to the block, triple C across the top. In an
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a rolex smokin on a blunt hoe (ross). I'm heavy mane, off in this chevy game. Dip it in the pretty paint, chromed out everything. Take it back to the block, triple C across the top. In an
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a rolex smokin on a blunt hoe (ross). I'm heavy mane, off in this chevy game. Dip it in the pretty paint, chromed out everything. Take it back to the block, triple C across the top. In an
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long as my dick is. Shorty handle her business, she the realest. Hundred stacks in Bel-Air. Black bottle, black mail. You looking at who run the city, Luke James, runs it with me So lady, taking life
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. You should listen to this beat through my headphones Interlude Rick Ross. See y'all niggas. Hit the switches on that * one time, ugh. Let the top down Verse 2 Rick Ross. I came a long way from
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Written by John Mellencamp. . She's one of those Sunday afternoon walkers. Who searches down the rich dick. So here comes, speak this way baby. Ain't no tongue some kinda a trick. So shake that
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hurriedly. And joined the John Birch Society. I got me a secret membership card. Went back to my backyard. And started looking on the sidewalk. 'Neath the rose bush Well, I was lookin' everywhere for
