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Rob the bank. Of England and America. Rob the bank. Of the entire euro zone Rob the bank. Of Mexico and Canada. Rob the bank. Then take me home. But take me home Chorus. Make love. Make love
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day. and later goin' on to release his independent album,. Ludacris has inspired other radio jocks to persue careers in Hip-Hop. Meet Rob Quarters, a 62-year-old air personality from WZZZ in Bus
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Chorus repeat 2X. If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night (yeah!). If I'm lookin' for something' then it's probly a fight. If I'm gonna * bitches then they better be tight. If that's dead, then
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Bài hát Ooh - Steve Aoki, Rob Roy. Intro. (mixed up). I'm about all, I'm about the big and small. Rob Roy. Oooh Catch me if you can. My pappy never could,. See he would smack me with his hands. Damn
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Bài hát Do It Right - Austin Mahone, Rob Villa. Shawty so perfect, so perfect. Do it right, do it right. Yeah you know how to do it right. I can see your body working, body working. Do it right, do
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Chorus Juicy J. Stick'em up repeat, raise'em up repeat All the flossin' on the town'll. (Get ya rob). You be splurgin' all ya cash'll. (Get ya rob). I heard trickin' with all them broads'll
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(lyrics by Russell Watson & Angela Lupino, music by Carter Burwell). (based on the theme from the motion picture Rob Roy). . As the sun goes down. On another day. I know you'll still be there
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Bài hát Chill Bill - Rob Stone, J. Davis, Spooks. Verse 1 Rob $tone. Rob $tone two damn phones. Babylons can't crack the code. Used to sip out styrofoam but figured I should stick to dro (weed
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*two gun shots* It's a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic. Grew up in the world alone. God forgot about them, hmm. Forced to fend for themselves. In the Rotten Apples of New York City. This
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Superstition, fear and jealousy Dead I am the one, exterminating son. Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze. Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry. While they slowly turn, conquering t
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Burn into darkness. The last unholy reject. Burn as the world ends. Stand accused and count this Burn out the stigma. A murder done in portrait. Burn up the fortress. The last unholy reject Papa
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It has no motives, no limits. It can't hurt, can it? See what it is I tried to see the one that's free. (Now it's gone). I tried to hear the one that's near. (Move along) I tried to feel the one t
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