Lyrics:
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but Run rapped rhymes
Humpty Dumpty fell down, that's his hard time
Jack B. Nimble, what, nimble, and he was quick
Eu e você e só
Composição:
Diego B.
Alan B.
Dienis Sequim
Elenilton Freitas
Quando foi a ultima vez
De você aqui?
Quanto vale tudo que fez Você
Evelyn está caliente
Ella sólo sale a varear
Y su dueña lo presiente
Envuelta en un collar
Envuelta en un collar
Todo pasa de repente
B. ode
B. Dick, oh
I got candy
Mo B. Dick, I can serve you on the block
Cocaine, cream, or rock, it takes over fiends
I got candy
Mo B. Dick, I wanna
a jig.
You've gotta be as busy as a bee
To be a Mister B. I. G.
And if you want some dig-dig-dignity,
You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig, dig for your
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but Run rapped rhymes
Humpty Dumpty fell down, that's his hard time
Jack B. Nimble, what, nimble, and he was quick
untouched by the man
Songs we used to sing used to mean something
Now they just bland like the drummer
Where's the real drummer? Michael B.
Mint
quoted Shakespeare
You still make me shake
When you get this near
You look like a still from Cecil B. DeMille
When I saw you waiting at my door
In
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-ringin' a bell
Go go
Go Johnny go
さえない顔した My Darling
エンストばかりで Bad
ロマンティックを夢見る
私に不似合い Boy
悪いけど 先に帰るわ
キマッてる ドアの閉め方も
気取りたい 年頃なのよ
突然の雨 強気な Lady
びしょ濡れにして 裏目の Mistake
A. B. Baka二 C. D.
and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, lookin' for the fuse
I'm in
under?
There goes Johnny B.
Weird and tall
He says The band, they've got good songs,
They just don't draw
Somebody order my round
Chances
my all
but when the night falls, we hold eachother all night
Play some B. Knight, He'll make it all right
[Brian]
I can see it in your eyes,
am not frightened, I'm delighted to speak
When the time comes, until the night we will lead
That's why I decided to B. O. to the B
So, one time for
featuring Master P Mo B. Dick Silkk the Shocker
Master P:
Ugh
How that feel to ya baby
That feel good to you.
Let me
thought I did, but I never could
I used to call him Little Queenie
His name was Johnny B. Good
I used to hold 'till I was older
Then I got bolder
Her
sok van ma New Yorkban
Honnét este kihallatszik ez
Együtt: Gyere be jó zenéket, fess zenéket játszik itt a dzsezz
Óh yes, lesz dzsezz
Gábor
no conscience
Gwaan Buju B. teach them like a reverend
[Chorus]
Over the north and south and the east and the west
Gal them confess that
B. Wray, B. Payne, P. Barrere
Might be a story you read in a book
'Bout a irl who drank from the devil's cup
Might be someone you know so well
Just
Johnny B. Goode tonight, "" yeah
Said, ""Go, go Johnny, Johnny be good""
I said, ""Go, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight, "" yeah
Said, ""Go, go Johnny,
[Jon B.]
Johnny "J", 2Pac, Jon B.
[2Pac]
Part 2
This is for all the homeboys who couldn't get their happy home
As long as one of us got it some
Naw
That's it Miss B.
Yes
I don't know how you got here
How the whole world knows your name
Forget about, relax, enjoy yourself
Everyone you go
agoniser ici?
M.P. — Vous êtes mieux protégé que derrière n’importe rideau, fut-il de bambou, de fer ou d’acier, vous comprenez?
B. — Oui mais Monsieur
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-ringin' a bell
Go go
Go Johnny go
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