Lyrics:
Bjällerklang bjällerklang hördes dingelidong.Flinger som de virvalar
om i munter vintersång.
Följ oss ut, följ oss ut ,blacken travar på. I hans spår
we guh inna
Mi affi come out as di winner
Man ah real gun slinger
Nuh big stone flinger
When mi rise up di Zinger
Head ah open like ah singer
When mi
me touch you
Where the Royal Jelly gets made
Coloratura singers bringing weeds and social clingers
Hangers-on and fancy flinger's to the dress ball
I'm on fire
Yeah, babe, I'm on fire
The cross-over country singer says it
The hump-backed bell ringer says it
The swinger, the flinger
I'm on fire
Yeah, babe, I'm on fire
The cross-over country singer says it
The hump-backed bell ringer says it
The swinger, the flinger
you can, can, a can, can take a picture with your friend, friends
Even though I missed my flinger goin' to France, man
I gotta stop and show love
and your right
Everybody's watching you dance the tinikling
With your every step I can feel that I love you
Your a little flinger in deep within me
Life is
gets sour
Don't use your fingers
To eat or be a food flinger
Don't rant and rave
When your parents say to behave
Don't make a fuss
When you're eating
une personne agitée
Ca m'obsède
Derrière les vitres teintées ou ont devient vite timbrés
À force de voir le monde s'flinger, la merde descendre et
of anxiety juice
Breathless catapult call me plague bringer
Careless drip as an appropriate elbow flinger
When I cough it's a casual and loose affair
When
of cloth says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe' I'm on fire
The cross-over country singer says it
The hump-backed bell ringer says it
The swinger, the flinger
the best this year?
Taskforce, MUD Fam, Bury Crew ya hear!
Eno Red Rum, mad man mania
Failure fixer, pick up your slip ups
Hip hop disc flinger, Dragon stout
He is so cool
When he talks
He is so cool
When he flips his flingers
When I love
Do I need him cause he my
Baby blue
Zabi zabi zu zabi zabi zay...
Mais je reste
Que pour toi
C'est pas comme dans un movie
Flinger pour de l'argent
J'ai bien trop de secrets
Et tout autant de regrets
Dis-moi pourquoi
Mastering the art of staying parked on the daytone
Make it known for all the wannabe spit flingers
RazZ not one to split figures with some hit singers
Finger
they finally come get me
Well then im fucked again
Monkeys
Monkeys
Fucking monkeys
And shit flingers
Always got to complain
Fucking dong wankers
I
that's My taste of style
Oh now you see me rich so call me Money Mitch
And Don't you tell me about a Bitch
Even if It's my bitch
Shit my flinger got
bet that that'll never fade away
You're a dead ringer
A flinger
One that I knew before
Now you think you changed the game?
Well you didn't
see you
The scard leather
The dart spitter
The bar setter
The Hard hitter
Shit the shart flinger
Gagging off the wax in the bath tub
Smokin on the shatter getting
carry no flinger
Seh she wan fi do mi now mi give her d tin
And if ah boy violate we go squeeze d trigger
Mi head bad but mi never bad mind
Wen mi
on display
got some matches now on flinger
but the talks are not so great
they say
no wonder they won't meet ya
when your pictures are so fake
but babe if you
op der Bühne
Ob im Zelt am Flinger Broich
Ob aus Rasen oder Eis,
Wir spiel'n überall für euch
Wir lassen uns die Lust nicht nehmen
Wir sind immer
just enabled
Naked king, I don't want no ringer
Never razzed, I'm a rock and roll singer
Scared to death what my high school flinger
Would think about
Bare poppe meg no' pills
Før jeg flinger opp en milf
Åpner kjeften for
Bæder inni bussen min
Gigagøy på toppen
Dama surkler snoppen
Jeg kan ikke
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