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S-T-A-R (S-T-A) S-T-A-R Each, peach, cheek bones I spy Tom Jones Tom Jones down in Peckham I spy David Beckham David Beckham on the train I spy
Janet, Tierra Whack (let your body move to the music) Missy, Diana, Grace Jones Aretha, Anitha, Grace Jones (hey, hey, hey) Helen Folasade Adu, Jilly
Mount St. Helens is about to blow up And it's gonna be a fine, swell day Everything's gonna fall down to the ground and turn grey All of my
We are the Skyhawks and we Can be whatever we're Soaring to be We are great solo but Better as a team I'm a skyhawk Helen Herr is my school Soar
ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap Them boys pussy, born without a backbone And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones Wet him up, I
Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap. Them boys pussy, born without a backbone, And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones. Wet
loud, like a lion's roar Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever Hear no evil see no evil, Helen Keller No music on, rock it acapella And I don't
Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap. Them boys pussy, born without a backbone, And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones. Wet
VERSE 1 Hold my calls, Helen, I'm on vacation Me and my girlfriend got a time share going on in Cupertino The Miller high life Pour me another,
like an icicle Sweet like a candy cane Get down on it at the drop of a dime I'mma candy nigga Keep it coming all the time Pimp C, Sweet Jones, JR, Percy
maar hoeveel kan ik nu nog dragen? JONES Al die da wil springen, die moet helen van de breuken Lak aan discipline en we blazen de geneugten Vliegen in de
Fetcher run He was just a boy Playing with a gun toy But few years later had no hell to enjoy Started reading about Empires - Rome and Dreaming about Helen
Vinci son Still life-like oh god Not which side better Twist the fingers throw set Helen Keller Penn the Magic man now go Teller The heart is big Big
as She thank feller Walking round blind Helen Keller Who knew I'd break through Top two but not two Got them looking up Like achoo Im cooking in
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, as if I were their own son. Their two daughters, Yvette and Helen, are more like my younger sisters than cousins. When you are part
Jones shudder [Fuck buyin Prada!] I'll make her call me the Don Da-Da I'm a computer with a super medulla oblongata [You don't know Ap!] Save ya homo rap
gives girls orgasms. I'm the Wayne Gretzky of sexual stuff. I'm the Hulk Hogan of slamming muff. I'm the Indiana Jones of exploring crotch. I'm
stretch ya' You rich still ain't gon bless ya', where I'm from this shit get hectic Niggas pussy be tellin', I get caught just call me Helen Never give
eh bombe - ich blow up wie St. Helens Han die Ballance Terence Hill Kill Bill Mis Lebe isch en Film Und ich frög mich grad ob du eh Rolle drinne
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