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b. dick: oh! Chorus i: I got candy! Mo b. dick: I can serve you on the block Cocaine, cream, or rock, it takes over fiend I got candy! Mo b. dick: I
Dégaine en rapide, décale en rapide Un peu comme Rabbit Roger Bah oui boss il faut oser Au cas où ça pète les illes-cou faut les porter Nouveaux buts
[Chorus] Mo B. Dick We Gangstafied (Yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know) We Gangstafied (This is for the real tru Gangstas) We Gangstafied
[Chorus] Mo B. Dick We Gangstafied (Yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know) We Gangstafied (This is for the real tru Gangstas) We Gangstafied
vi su notificaciòn No pido perdòn Le escribo mañana No veo un teclado veo do` Nos fumamo un James B. Me dejo de cara Esa mierda
Bentley's 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch Arm hangin', wrist blingin', just stuntin' and shit Drop the top, block is hot, stay bumpin', ya bitch B.
I want to be a pirate A pirate's life for me All my friends are pirates And sail the b. b. sea I've got a jolly roger It's black and white and vast
Although James gotta lot of cheese And I can't lie I been doing well like Ida B. Awww that lil pussy must be high off weed (No it not) It gotta be Come
Bentley's 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch Arm hangin', wrist blingin', just stuntin' and shit Drop the top, block is hot, stay bumpin', ya bitch B.
Chivago vár. Elment Muddy Waters, Albert King, Elmore James, Willie Dixon, Albert Collins. Chicago vár. Buddy Guy, Koko Taylor, B. B. King, Robert
sotto sella Tu ancora ti stupisci che nessuno ti comprenda Se fai dischi mentre ti pulisci il culo con la merda Sono leggenda come B. B. King Mi
'93, Rutherford B. Hayes died The next day in January, John Tyler ended his ride The 22nd, Lyndon Johnson, uttered his last word Woodrow Wilson lost his
'twas throat cancer, no other reason found Rutherford B. Hayes' suffered from heart disease, then done James Garfield, by a bullet from an assassin's gun
a country boy named johnny b. Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar just like a ringing a bell Say go Go,
rolling along Can't stop the smooth runnin' when the shit's running strong Broke my bindings, the lion with wings Preaching his word in the B. Boy sing
Topanga Lorn' The wife of Roger Dorn Yall got me torn, just because when I was born, that doesn't mean we can't Wendy Peffercorn Topanga Lorn' The wife
back, bad bitches on the couch Ahh, wordplay, Olubowale my first name I think I’m Koko B. wearin, you just a bird babe I got a pair of J’s, I roll
wordplay, Olubowale my first name I think I'm Koko B. wearin, you just a bird babe I got a pair of J's, I roll a pair of J's We up in Diamond supply, spending
and Clarence Thomas on my worst, but even my worst doesn't erase the supreme of my being I'm B. B. King on Saturday night and Martin Luther King on Sunday
is on Tik Tok His name is Griot B. cnd he travels all around to help teachers teach That's Cap It's not. It's School Yard Rap - I'll hit him on IG
Since I was a boy I've wanted to be like Roger Moore. A girl in every port, and gadgets up my sleeve. The world is not enough for the both of us it
Since I was a boy I wanted to be like Roger Moore A girl in every port, and gadgets up my sleeve The world is not enough for the both of us it seems So
James Brown And Bob Marley, Aretha Franklin We need 2Pac, Prince Rogers Nelson
Sadiq and Mudai the new Eric B. and Rakim What's up You mofuckas bitch made Won't perform but in the corner talking big game O Lord, they act like whores
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