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the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us? Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso But in the meantime, call me William H. though On the platinum Yamaha,
Huey Long without Louisiana Mix 'em all together, and what have you got? Just a picture of me without you Picture H. G. Wells without a brain
Prada over Chanel A H-Class ho with the H. Findel Rhyme deep in footwear, via Spiga Like Aaliyah, One in a Million There's MC's in this rap shit comin
Doppel-H, H-O, PMC, Tommy H Das ist Untergrund Elite Also gib die Scheine bar doppel-H, BLN Zünd' es an und lass es brenn'n Das ist animose Action
(Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h) Rock and roll kinda took it's toll When she shed her inhibitians Too many scenes in limousienes And dressing room intermissions She was
wіth hеr Thіѕ girl іѕ ѕο absurd Wіth thе four letter words And іt’s a d–n shame Hеr mum
t'es pas toi? Si t'es pas moi, dis-moi t'es qui? T'es qui toi? T'es qui moi? T'es qui toi? Ya h'awj-i, yana, h'awj-i (Pauvre de moi) Ya h'awj-i, yana,
Giuseppe's Frankie V's, h. findel, chanel, this is l (you doin' a lot of frontin') but that ain't hard to tell (you tryin' to flip me) nah b (this I see)
Jesus Christ, Fanny Brice Wolfie Mozart and Humphrey Bogart And Genghis Khan And on to H. G. Wells Ho Chi Minh, Gunga Din Henry Luce and John
ma zad, lârit din-me Ha c'hwi 'rofec'h din-me koñje Ha c'hwi 'rofec'h din permision Da vont da fest-noz ar pardon Pardon Sant Erwan benniget Ma
neutrals there. You'll either be a union man Or a thug for J. H. Blair. Which side are you on boys? Which side are you on? Which side are you on boys?
Kon h jyada hard Kon h jyada hardcore Kon h jyada hard Kon h jyada hardcore Kon h jyada hard Kon h jyada hardcore Tera bhai bohot hard tera bhai
[Lady Talkin] Prepare for the Body Head blastoff 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Ya'll ready (Explosion-music starts) B-O-D-Y H-E-A-D (Body Head,
Casa Crew 3chiri blana bayn Kifma dayman mousi9a 9bi7a a3chiri fel blass Yeah yeah, H-Kayne Casa Crew Casa Crew H-Kayne Ayo 7bes le3b drari sghar,
Бери вес, h*e Она бежит без ног Закрываю двери Berry сучий бес, h*e Бери вес, h*e Она бежит без ног Закрываю двери Berry сучий бес, h*e Бери вес, h
Haan mujhko na gila Jo kuch h na mila Teri wafao ka h ye sila Haan mujhko na gila Jo kuch h na mila Teri wafao ka h ye sila Gum na zindagi m
Kisi ki bhi life perfect nhi h, Phir tu kyu hamesha rota rhta h Tu akela nhi h dikkat sbki jindgi m hai Tu akela nhi h dikkat sbki jindgi m hai Tu
Mahri tti h tasir mind cool Dhora laggiye na chhore lere tool Gel yaar h purane bs naran te h door Ek pkki h zuban ek pakke h asool Mahri tti h tasir
skta h Tere sath rehne ka sapna mera Tu hi sach kr skta h Tere sath rehne ka sapna mera Tu hi sach kr skta h Tere sath rehta hu lagta jaise Ye din
fah, b***h, how your chopper sound Brr, brr, b***h, how them switches sound I clip the part of Finn and get him in, b***h, how we cool And now we
I didn't mean to break ya B b b b break it baby Look baby I'm a heartbreaker [Repeat x6] I'm a heart A h h h h I'm a heart A h h h I'm a Where she go
(Beats) (H-H-Heartbeats) Every time I see you something happens to me Like a chain reaction between you and me My heart starts missing a beat My
on down and get your ass pinched And if you talk shit get your ass lynched Cus I'm the B. the I. the T. the C. the H. The K. the I. the L. the L.the A.
O Little Town of Bethlehem (Lewis H. Redner - Phillips Brooks) O little town of Bethlehem How still we see Thee lie Above Thy deep and dreamless
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