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Bella Poarch. No halo. Baby, I'm the reason why Hell's so hot. Inferno. Baby, I'm the reason why bad's so fun, Hell's so hot. Oh-so. Sub Urban. Terribly terrible, she's the villain. One as sweet as
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Intro BENEE. Hahahaha, haha, haha. Uh, oh. Chorus Sub Urban, with BENEE. Uh, oh, uh, oh. Uh, oh, you made a mistake. Uh, oh, uh, oh. Tell me things that can't be true. Verse 1 Sub Urban. Your slacks
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And the fighting it went on. They were fighting ґtil the crack of dawn. Urban laughter in the skies. In the end there was no one to survive. . Oh that was an evil day. Urban laughter took me
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I could sign my giro. But now my ends meet in the best way that I know. (Hat, snare, kick) and the beats that go boom. See the music I consume to escape the doom and gloom. All the beats and
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Bài hát The Fighter - Keith Urban. Keith Urban. I know he hurt you. Made you scared of love, too scared to love. He didn't deserve you. Cause you're precious heart is a precious. He didn't know what
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& Sub Urban. Everybody wants you. Everybody loves you. I don't wanna get inside the mind of someone. So cruel-hearted like you. I just want your touch, no. Not your useless crush. Don't needa worry about
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Here today, gone later today. I been reading what the bloggers say. How 'bout a great big slice for me. Otherwise or professionally Beats workin'. Startin' up in my feet. Goes to workin' on the
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Bài hát Processed Beats - Kasabian. I ran from the tide. Won't let you hide. Won't let you hide I drop beats from this processed meat. For a conversation, a meditation. And I cut waves like some
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Bài hát Processed Beats - Kasabian. I ran from the tide. Won't let you hide. Won't let you hide I drop beats from this processed meat. For a conversation, a meditation. And I cut waves like some
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I ran from the tide. Won't let you hide. Won't let you hide I drop beats from this processed meat. For a conversation, a meditation. And I cut waves like some unborn sage. Just like terrorists
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Song What If (Urban Mix) - Babyface. I ran into a friend of yours the other day. And I asked her how you've been. She said my girl is fine, just bought a house. Got a job, real good man. I told her I
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