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Hot sauce kipi dip that eh . Nal ttara neon twist that eh. Hot sauce taoreul ttae ooh. 입맛대로 골라 ma dish. Neon mwoga kungkeumhae. Naneun neomanui chef. Igeon neoreul wihan plate. Yeah naega mas boyeo
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another one. At Salem's lot Serve the servants, oh no. Serve the servants, oh no. Serve the servants, oh no. Serve the servants. That legendary divorce is such a bore As my bones grew they did hurt
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thought. A down payment on another. One at salem's lot. Serve the servants - Oh no. Serve the servants. That legendary divorce is such a bore. As my bones grew they did hurt. They hurt really bad. I tried
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give you sweet inspiration. Till it satisfies your soul Oh baby, don't you want a man like me. Let me serve you pretty baby. Serve you until you're free Let me serve you in the morning. Let me serve
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taking me home Well, well, well, she's Louisiana hot sauce. Hotter than a fireball smoother than strawberry wine. She's lookin' good as I've seen. Strollin' in her tight jeans, drivin' me out of my mind
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. But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed. You're gonna have to serve somebody. Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord. But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You might be a rock n
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another. One at Salem's lot. . Serve the Servants - oh no. Serve the Servants - oh no. Serve the Servants - oh no. Serve the Servants. That legendary
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another. One at Salem's lot. . Serve the Servants - oh no. Serve the Servants - oh no. Serve the Servants - oh no. Serve the Servants. That legendary
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. But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed. You're gonna have to serve somebody. Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord. But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You might be a rock n
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I don't want french fried potatoes, red ripe tomatoes. I'm never satisfied. I want the frim fram sauce. With the oss-en-fay with sha fafa on the side I don't want pork chops and bacon. That won't
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, yeah, yeah, uh (Yeah! Yeah! Uh!). Chorus. Sauce on ya, nigga, got the sauce on me (I got sauce). Boss, like a young nigga was Ross on me (Like I'm ***in' Ross). Pull up on your shawty, I put sauce on it
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' like hot sauce, had to take the top off. All this polo on me, I be playin’ lacrosse. Haters looking dusty every time I come around. If they can't stand me, I'm sitting them down. So many melodies, I’m
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', kiss be in the bank wit cream. My wrists an' my neck be gleamin'. Whatever I got cost, honey look hotter than hot sauce. That's why I get top in a drop porsche Then she get dropped off, told her that
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