Lyrics:
Bettie, die klein springbokkie
Trippel trippel trap dan so
Bettie, die klein springbokkie
Huppel huppel stap dan so
Bettie, die klein springbokkie
cosa es que todos se den cuenta
Bettie llego
Bettie llego
Bettie llego
Bettie llego
Bettie llego
Bettie llego
Bettie llego
doe mie mar is eam' een sappie, joa doar van de boamste planke
Blues kunnie ok wel spøl'n
Oi dr mar een bettie muuite veur wilt doe
Blues kunnie ok
Bryant, say her name
Ma'khia Bryant, say her name
Ma'khia Bryant, say her name
Ma'khia Bryant, won't you say her name
Bettie Jones, say her name
Bettie
Jerry doesn’t know Bettie cheating
(Drama on Margellica’s work trip)
Jerry found out Betties cheating
(Drama on Margellica’s work trip)
Bettie says Stacy
BETTIE GANG !
GANG !
Aye
Doors off the coupe
I did it
Busted down ma wrist
I did it
Ice on ma neck
I did it
Stunted on my ex
(Aye)
I did it
(Aye)
Seks Drugs Rock n Roll drie akkoorden en de tank zit vol
Seks Drugs Rock n Roll en als t kan ook nog n klein bettie alcohol
Ik koop geen zak voor linkse
volver te digo amor: pensalo bien
No te necesito más, tengo mis fotos de Bettie Page
Cuando te fuiste nena no te fui a buscar
Porque tengo una chica que
Bettie
En die ander een se naam is Louise
‘n Ouma se doel op hierdie aarde
Is om haar klein kinders te please
Want ons oumas se huis is anders
Dit ruik na
En hy soek met die bril na 'n vroutjie vir hom
Tant Hettie, sê Pierewiet, gee Lettie vir my
Of Bettie, of Nettie, of wie ek kan kry
En al is ek ook
Walk that walk and talk that talk to me
Oh babe, move your body like Smoky Page Bettie to me
Your charisma is a lovely and lips are red and curvy,
garbage
I'd rather look at Bettie Page in
Classical sucks
Shoegaze sucks
Indie sucks
What the fuck is Grindcore?
Today I got this feeling that all music
I do not sleep at night,
Restless til morning light,
I can not breath,
For him I wait, laced tight like Bettie, bound up like bait,
Just like
Ahmaud Arbery
Brendon Glenn
Freddie Gray
Darrius Stewart
Kevin Hicks
Janet Wilson
Philando Castile
Bettie Jones
Botham Jean
Yes we remember
Stephon Clark
Now every Tom, Dick, Harry or Hank
Every Bettie, Suzy or Jane
Leslie, Ernest, Leslie, Frank
Everybody has to work
Everybody has a job to do
Like
a result, I want revolt
You want the bow ties, well you need a co-sign
And I'm at your bow tie, since you let Bettie Jones die
Gotta go hit up Kofa, then I
and carrying on?
Christmas was meant for sharing a bond
Google "Chicago Bettie Jones", them kids buried their mom
Sometimes I dream of moving a spot where
WHY DO I PUT UP WITH YOU
WITH BETTIE HUSKY
(Hank Mills - David Wilkins)
« © '66 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI »
I don't know why I put up with you
of his hands, over his head
Out of his reach, under this real life
Hidden in veils,
He's dreaming of mystery.
Bettie Page is still the rage
With her legs
of his hands, over his head, out of his reach, under this real life
Hidden in veils, dreaming of mystery
Bettie Page is still the rage with her legs
on her face shown that glory replaced all the shame
And the hate and that she wears a crown
My late grandma Bettie had prayed with her heavy
And told
ever ready baby boy of Bettie
Movin' extra heavy
Whippin' Chevys, gotta get it
Eat spaghetti with the mobsters
Vegan bitches
Feed 'em dick 'cause they
thrust is gonna tear you askew
Agent X is Bettie Page, she's in the rear-view
Tommy Gun
Blood Lust
A perfect teenhood
Fuck you
Pastor:
Hey siter Bettie, sister Clara
And who is this? You new here, ain't you brother?
Willie D:
Yep
Pastor:
Well welcome to Mount Paid in
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