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Song POW 369 - Darryl Worley. I was flying down the highway weaving in and out of traffic. I was racing time. An old man pulled out in front of me and I went crazy as can be. I lost my mind I blew
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My money right, my money money, my bread good (good, good). Shawty fuckin', wassup girl? that head good!. Bang bang pow pow. I do my thang thang. Look at me now now My money right, my money money
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Bài hát Miss Right - BTS (Bangtan Boys) . You’re my Miss Right, Miss Right. neol nohchindamyeon miss, right? Miss Right? (All Right). You’re my Miss Right, Miss Right. Girl you want my kiss, right
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blew my horn till I got close enough to see. And what was on his car-tag sure convicted me. . Pow 369. I should slaute you from this heart of mine. And thank you for placing your life on the line
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Yesterday I missed you sad. And today I miss you bad baby. I miss that violet dress you wear. It matched the ribbons in your hair Girl there are no words or phrases. To express the depth of my
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blew my horn till I got close enough to see. And what was on his car-tag sure convicted me. . Pow 369. I should slaute you from this heart of mine. And thank you for placing your life on the line
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Miss Camaraderie. A sight to see, a sound, what up-what iz you with Rottweil lemme get you Ayo hound. Be mild oh listen, lord I mean. I might've seen I swore. I saw ya looking, looking all at me
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Was it circumstance. Or was it merely?. That the sky fell down. And made you weary I told you. But you already knew. I will miss you. I will certainly miss you You look just the same. In all
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Miss independent. Miss self-sufficient. Miss keep your distance. Miss unafraid. Miss out of my way. Miss don't let a man interfere, no. Miss on her own. Miss almost grown. Miss never let a
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words. Why, why'd we stop talking?. Why, why'd we stop calling?. I miss you you miss me. Let's make it easy. Tell me the same thing. I'll be the first to say it. 'Cause I was always like that. I
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Bài hát I Miss My Friend - Darryl Worley. I miss the look of surrender in your eyes. The way your soft brown hair would fall. I miss the power of your kiss when we made love. Oh, but baby most of
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