Lyrics:
Christopher and the girls
He was a little pimp with his hair tied back and all
He walked up and down the streets with a short sleeved shirt and beats
as Mousebender enters two men
Dressed as city gents are Greek
Dancing in the corner to the music of
A bouzouki the shop it'self is large
And redolent of the charm
Wild West (Hey)
Gun shot fire everywhere every day all over all over
Everywhere every day all over
Wild Wild West
Henry Morgan, Christopher Columbus, Sir
This is an overdose entertainment production
Nato
I'm a beast I'm a God I'm a motheerfuckin pimp
I'm a rebel I'm a King I'm a motherfuckin Gent
I'm
Boxes of ripped condoms and quantities, why yes, sir
I took the rest of the Lunesta pills for my dresser
That's my kind of vibe, what else should I try,
could do without
My good advice
Sir Isaac Newton came around to my house one day
His face was all sunburned and red
He said he didn't want to sleep
the men, getting the bag and I'm jumping the Fence (yeah)
I am a dog, then I am a gent, nine poking out like pitching a tent (grr)
Getting that shit and I
your peyton
But you pussies ain't ballin no sir
Not lathen?
Bricks get shipped
Bricks get cut
Dr Carter, Nip & Tuck
Yeah but you could call me
(Yes sir)
Started banging in the east
Now I’m booming in the west
Tell your man to take notes
I can teach him how to dress
Only aiming for your head
and so sublime
They came here to shoot ""Somewhere in Time""
So real and yet so like make-believe
I swear I saw Christopher Reeve
You'll never guess
I dont even got time for that talking New Fur, every time I walk in All my money Old like Christopher Walken She took off the top
She aint come for
Old Madonna Boys Amuzu
Ah haa special recognition to my Old Madonna Boys High school amuzu ihitte/ uboma L .G. A
Owu m Onyeahialam Christopher
A.k.a
d'her-mine
Et pour-tant
Je n'en dé-sir' pas tant.
Car l'a-mour
N'a pas be-soin d'a-tours
Le bon-heur
C'est de don-ner son coeur
A-près tout,
L'ar-gent vois-tu,
Rad ab
Denn das Gelaber von Versagern
Ist der Grund was mich zu 'nem Piskopat macht
Nenn mich Big Poppa wie Christopher Wallace
Jeder weiß, wer für
Sophistophone, aristocrats
Distinguished dogs, clean up your acts
Pull up your pants, ladies and gents
Please, act like you got some sense
You
sir, happy news, indeed!
Strange- when I offered myself to her, she showed a certain reluctance
Excuse me, my lord
May I request, my lord
sir, happy news, indeed!
Strange- when I offered myself to her, she showed a certain reluctance
Excuse me, my lord
May I request, my lord
Ladies, gents!
You, good sir!
And you, my friend!
Everyone
Time for fun!
Here tonight
Reigning in the season's end
Mr y's last surprise
startled, one and all,
To hear that waiter loudly call, "What,
"One meatball, one meatball?
Hey, this here gent wants one meatball."
The little man
(sailin') (Cortez)
I wanna go (sailin') (Magellan)
Baby, let's go (sailin') (Christopher Columbus)
Oh, I wanna go sailin' (sailin') (Sir Francis Drake)
We
Dear mom
Dear dad
In a bit of a bend lately
I cant pretend I've been making amends
Save me
Oh please sir look in me in the eyes sir
I've been
guiones de Christopher Nolan...
Doblan personajes que nunca serán...
La clase obrera se revela, shitty Bang Bang.
Más quisieras tú cantar como Ed
startled, one and all,
To hear that waiter loudly call, "What,
"One meatball, one meatball?
Hey, this here gent wants one meatball."
The little man
The Crymes of the Ancient Marin'r
If 't be true a sir identifies as a mistress
Is that gent allowth to rapeth?
F'r anon down there
that gent hast
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