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your kit And I don't mind tellin' you You sound like shit Now, leave Deaner alone (Deaner! Deaner) Leave Deaner alone (Deaner! Deaner) I'm gonna go home
the stallion, mang. 1: I can drink 2: I get groomed 3: I go for a walk I am the stallion, mang. You know that I am the stallion, mang. Deaner! Deaner! Dude!
the stallion, mang. 1: I can drink 2: I get groomed 3: I go for a walk I am the stallion, mang. You know that I am the stallion, mang Deaner! Deaner
and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talkin' about I don't think I will ever return again my friend If I was king I'd wear a ring
and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talkin' about I don't think I will ever return again my friend If I was king I'd wear a ring
washed out Is this what Deaner was talking about? I don't think, I will ever return again, my friend If I was king, I'd wear a ring And never hurt my
Let me tell you 'bout the fucking bitch, Deaner! Why'd you know she's a fucking bitch? She didn't - she's a fucking bitch, Deaner! Common
your titty milk Your almond titty milk Bitches and Cream Way up here In my fucking dreams Deaner Heater Speaker Leaker Hipster Sneaker Freaker Speaker
Deaner's getting high On the fretboard, and it's nice When he feels that aching pull He'll unleash his rockin' soul And he'll sing All hail the Boognish All
Wilson dance Give that boy a dime and you could a chance To see old Jimmy Wilson dance Dance Jimmy I'm doin' the best I can there, Deaner
your pussy! Let me lick your pussy, baby Let me lick your pussy! Take it, Deaner!
Becks down at the Shore I've got a friend at the liquor store Deaner likes his red wind dry So booze me up and get me high Booze me up and get me
Harder, man, harder! Give me some hard rock! Give me some fucking hard rock! More! People... Andrew, help me out, man Deaner... where are ya?
Becks down at the Shore I've got a friend at the liquor store Deaner likes his red wine dry So booze me up and get me high Booze me up and get me
and Deaner give me a sign Won't you tell me what you were talking about? Got a devil on my shoulder tryna lead me astray I ask the angel for advice but she
JUST FRIENDS Written by Graciela , Sean P. Jones & Aaron Kellim Co-produced by Jimmy Hoyson and Rob Deaner VERSE 1 WE WERE JUST FRIENDS HAVING
been making grown man movements since knocking on mates, And trotting up and down deaners tryna drop in the eight, I learned my rights of passage young
dying," the Kogi said "Don't shit where you eat my friend" That's what Gene and Deaner said High or not, I was euphoric The Earth is my mother And I'll do
И поймёшь что ты та псина Что юзают все за deaner Что теперь мне скажешь Все пишу Этот адский труд, блуд, больше не могу Мои цифры 107-1 у Горизонт
Like the Deaner plays in the bare feet Right hand Rhythm He is a song man Was never a gold fish In a jam band Glenn The keyboard man Likes to play My
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