Lyrics:
They're really rockin Boston
Pittsburgh, P. A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And 'round the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way down in New Orleans
They're really rockin Boston
Pittsburgh, P. A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And 'round the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way down in New Orleans
C. H. A. S. C. H. I
So wie ich kannst du nicht sein
Bin ein Unikat
Schreibe ich Songs bin ich jederzeit fly
Geschwiegen für lange Zeit
Und jetzt hol
They're really rockin' Boston
In Pittsburgh P. A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And around the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way down in New
They're really rockin' Boston
In Pittsburgh P. A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And around the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way down in New
They're really rockin' Boston
In Pittsburgh P. A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And around the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way down in New
They're really rockin' Boston
In Pittsburgh P. A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And around the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way down in New
thank god our D. A.
Is a lackey
Louis V
Chanel, Dior
We deliver just to case
Louis V
Chanel, Dior
You pick the time we'll be in place
Louis V
Chanel,
The U.S. of A. has really got the most
Love to watch the miles and the cities fly by
Tearin’ up the road with a gleam in my eye
I’m goin’ coast to coast
mundo, to' el mundo
Full Harmony
Joyce Santana (to' el mundo, to' el mundo)
Son la' 6 a. M. En Miami, ¿qué hacemos ahora?
Las babie' se mueven mejor
like a porn star, like a porn star
Treat me like a.
My chick look badder than yours ahh
She sucks today, you wet it then you
Like a porn star, like
in ice
(Mmm) Love? HA, that's a fable
But fashion? Now fashion is for life
A. McQueen, Christian Dior
Look at me, your label whore
Ima shit starter
They're really rockin Boston
In Pittsburgh, P. A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And 'round the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way down in New Orleans
All
baby en el DM
Ey, salimo' de noche, pero llegamo' a. M
Ya no uso la BM
Y to' los culo' van atrá' en la KTM, KTM, KTM
En la calle con los nene'
Aquí
TRUCK DRIVIN' SON OF A GUN
(Dixie Dean - Robert A. King)
« © '65 Southern Arts Music, BMI »
I got a cute little gal in every eastern town from
hasta los pie'
Y me pide que le dé a las 7 a. M. En la AMG (wuh)
Y le digo tranqui
Baby, si te pillo infraganti
Voy a desaparecerte el panty
La tengo
de Prada
Mais só usa Louis v
Se amarro no G alves
ele usa Vlone
Baby Girl
Não faz assim
Sprite no copo
da
with those whom she can direct
Give orders to, and have those orders obeyed
Minister Louis Farrakhan: "There is no police brutality"
Sheriff David A.
Khris / A. Brunetti / Louis D'Mattos)
on t'abbat avant de te fumer on te passe à tabac
Tu pigeonnes on t'abbat, le R. A. P c'est pas pour les balances
Mailler mailler on veut tout yeah...
Tout ces
Scars, on my skin, from retreat, from defeat
Bitches on my dick that used to say I wasn’t shit
Dior, Louis V., Burberry for self esteem
Used to take
my boo on the phone
And I am so high I can fly home
Cars fold and my Louis V...
I am from the south side I like to spell it with a.
I don't get it how
Workin til we countin' bands
Ridin thru the city
My A. Louis chains
Yeah i got My gang, GLR
We ain't the same
Bands bands bands all I want is the bands
do meu Hash
Bolsa da Louis Vuitton
Doida pra borrar o batom
Colo no meu camarim
Fumando hash do bom
Suas amiga vai no chao
Com a garrafa de chandon
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