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. . chorus. Open up your eyes. Open up your room. Open up your arms. One six two seven eight. Two six three seven eight nine. Where's your daddy now. I heard he ran away. Who are you girl?. Cause I'm
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Bài hát Perfect Two - Auburn. You can the peanut butter to jelly. you can be the butterflies i feel in my belly. you can can be the captain. i can be your first mate. you can be the chills thats i
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easy found. Six foot deep, six foot down, six foot deep and six foot down. . --- Instrumental ---. . I know I've left you down. And made you cry so many times. Lord, knows I'm hard to live with
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, Mass Appeal. Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on. To get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown. Hell of a jab, gift of gab. I'm the elite, keep it
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, Mass Appeal. Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you call on. To get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't forget it I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown. Hell of a jab, gift of gab. I'm the elite, keep it
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Six months from now I'll regret those thing I never did. I never told you how much I cared. But you weren't the breath of fresh air that I had hope for. Now you mean nothing to me. . What
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than Swishers. The Six two six, man check the address. Home of Sriracha and Panda Express. Chorus 2X. So what we hang out?. So what we drink tea?. We juss eating good. In the SGV. So what we eat late
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with the gat bustin' caps across the map. Yo the crew's back royalties and ASCAP, yeah. I'm six two fat went with the chrome shoe. Diamond and jewels estates with the swimmin' pools And the sauna
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with the gat bustin' caps across the map. Yo the crew's back royalties and ASCAP, yeah. I'm six two fat went with the chrome shoe. Diamond and jewels estates with the swimmin' pools And the sauna
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loaded, I'm like a stud missile. A stud six-two, I'm huntin' down hoes. With no drawers on and buttoned down clothes. Don't brown nose just join it Ecstasy pills, with Buddha Man signs stamped on it
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Bài hát Six Thirty - Ariana Grande. Ah, hey, yeah. Verse 1. I know I be on some bullshit. Know I be driving you crazy. But I know you love how I whip it. You can only stay mad for a minute. So come
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pyre. Now that judgment's near, prepare to die. Need to suffer, lust for power. Mindless hunger never win. Final six is here, the cycle ends I have come for you, my child. And the gift I bring is
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Oh, the rain is slowly falling. And my heart is so sore. Six more miles and leave my darlin'. Never to meet no more Six more miles to the graveyard. Six more miles long and sad. Six more miles
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Six string music. By jimmy buffett, G. E. Smith. 1994. Turn off the T. V. Turn off the *. Kick off your high heels. Climb up in my lap. . Chorus. And I'll play music. A song from me
