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The Gang Miss my brothers, Damn I miss my brothers (Miss my gang) I Feel like AEM, Feel Like AEM, Damn I feel like AEM Damn I Feel Like AEM (My
tweaking|Man I came here to party, pass that cup around|Put your hands in the air, move ‘em up and down|Hey, give me a bottle and a fucking cup|Fuck that cup,
Keep you girl out the club if you want â??em Make no mistake we will take your broads We be rolling with T.I. See you come through Baby quit your
all night, |Go ahead say you did it first, yeah, yeah|Ima go ahead kill ‘em all, put ‘em in a hearse|Yeah, put ‘em in a hearse, go ahead|Ima go
Colder women light a fire in me Bolder women seem to tire of me Older women put desire in me But without â??em to hold, where would this poor man
changed but still searching for something economical to burn 27 reasons to be the numb seated reveler Found ‘em at the Chevron along with gallons
Pennsylvania and some from Maryland To see the Rebel boys get spanked by Honest Abe's broad hand We said we'll run â??em to Atlanta and to Galveston Bay But
VERSE|THE RICH AND THE POOR - THEY'VE GOT THIS IN COMMON|THE LORD IS THE MAKER OF ‘EM ALL|THE BUM IN THE BOXCAR - THE GUITAR-PICKIN' ROCK STAR|THE
Unless we make a head on collision A head on collision Here they come now Will you come down? Make â??em run now On to the next town Here they come
to you all skillfully Because it ain't hard to tell who's the liver one Got â??em all shooken like Allen Iverson See, you talking now but you ain't
When I bust â??em on down In the battle zone, battle zone When I bust â??em on down When I bust â??em on down In the battle zone, battle zone y'all
of â??em waitin' for that fiend rental to slide through Then my hustle gon' pause For this tooly by the muscle in my drawls Me no tinsel wit y'all I
never sound nothinâ¬" like Bone, clones! Them faders, the greatest, and even the haters is singinâ¬" Yeah we make ⬘em zone We make ⬘em sing, sing! No
But that chin music sound, oh how it drown Gotta shake â??em on down Scaling up the heights of folly. Scaling up the heights of folly. Kill
down loads And leave â??em where the hobo dreams are stowed Out on the open road Out on the open road Midnight fallinâ?? like a bag of bones
myself! T is for those titties baby â¬" Bust ⬘em out! I is for ICON â¬" Because Iâ¬"m great S is for smart â¬" That ya ainâ¬"t⬦ T is for tops â¬" Iâ¬"m
Маной наполнен весь, ей Задаю волшебство, йо Меня не одолеть, нет У меня пара слов, а Да, мы loot'aeM смесь, loot I do not wanna war, war Будто
and The hour of dread Hey betty Find â??em and grim â??em and Never remind â??em Biscuits and jam and youâ??re Eating your pie too. minor legends.
City USA Said I'm the Alabama wild man and I'm here to stay Took my guitar and showed â??em what I'm talking about So we made a little record and we
And shoot at the moon But cars are cars All over the world Cars are cars All over the world Drive â??em on the left Drive â??em on the right
Baby goin' fishing, too Put him in the pot baby put him in the pan honey cook â??em â??til their nice and brown. Make a batch of butter milk hoe
some of the guysÂ' names on the team so when I meet Â'em on the street or in the ballpark IÂ'll be able to say, Â"Hello,Â" to those people. Abbott: Why
Baby goin' fishing, too Put him in the pot baby put him in the pan honey cook â??em â??til their nice and brown. Make a batch of butter milk hoe
the Lamb!â?? And he staggered up the stairs and went to bed And the queen said, â??I'll sleep when I'm deadâ?? Make â??em all fall down And the queen she
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