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(Guami going stupid, Taylor)

White Margielas with the red spray paint
Looks like Andrew WK
Receipt like a 12th grade essay
Hard worker, I deserve me

Lydia, the Tattooed Lady

Harold Arlen

An Evening with Groucho

1990

the waves 
The Red, White and Blue
You can learn a lot from Lydia

La la la la la la
La la la la la la

When her robe is unfurled she will show you

Lydia the Tattooed Lady, song (for the film "At the Circus")

Julie Wilson

Sings the Harold Arlen Songbook

1989

the waves 
The Red, White and Blue
You can learn a lot from Lydia
 
She can give you a view of the world 
In tattoo if you step up and tell her where

thousand for the upgrade
Give this Glock a Nutsack

I just got a white Lotus, HBO Max
Galaxy cup, no green, no drax
Black Robin Jeans with the wings like

Youthful spirits, love as foundation 
Miles from the land that we really know
Minutes from an orgasm you plotted on

White sand bonfires

White sand bonfires

I grew up with reverence for the red white and blue
Spoke of God and liberty reciting the Pledge of allegiance
Learned love of country from my own

netu dostávám hate
Virgin white boys říkaj wait
Andrew Tate je hrdina
Miluje ho má rodina
Je pro mě ta jediná
Dám mu hlavu do klína

Žiju si teď v

Rachel Jackson, Andrew's wife died just days after he won
Before he served as Prez, Martin's Hanna also passed on

Anna's the second oldest First Lady,

in a two seat
Everyday everybody lit no Lucci
Me and my homie two gs no Gucci
Inside all red outside white
Like a demon went to the good side
Two sides

hasta de Macy's
Yo no sé, yo no, pero los míos son Spicy

Versa, Gucci, Fendi, Dolce, Off-White (Dolce, Off-White, yeah)
Sigo matándolo como Fortnite

Bbq Sauce

Pharoahe Monch

The Gorilla

2016

with them plastic half-ass niggas
When you hear it you should hashtag niggas
Since birth, a little bastard-ass nigga
White people do not recite

Nuttin' But a Bitch Thang

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 3

2001

last time 
Take some of this Compton dick 
Let me take off this white shirt so you can see my bird chest 
You want to be famous? 
Uh huh 
Then

winter solstice
(Lyrics by Kerri ní Dochartaigh, adapted by Kerry Andrew)

I feel the shifting begin
I think of the river
a place where the veil is

the black has turned to white
Floating in a pool of sin
Round and round and back again
Space and time are irrelevant
I'm burning for the hell of it
A little

a C.C white to stop pain

When he pulls into work with his '93 Accord
He sees all the cars he can't afford
When he speaks, no one gives him the time

with my cream cloud
Real loud
It's not white it's cream
There's no doubt
In my cream cloud
Genie gave me three wishes
Moan loud right now
Genie gave me

The Presidents

Animaniacs

The Animaniacs Wacky Universe

2003

Heigh ho! 
Do you know, 
The names of the U.S. residents 
Who then became the Presidents 
And got a view from the White House loo

Yea I was Walking with my Mom 
To the daily  mass
At St Andrews, I was the altar boy

Blue coats grey pants 
White shirts and a blue tie
I was waiting

through snow-white fields 

Behold thy life in me 

Did He who made the Lamb make thee? 

Winds breathing colder and eyes all full of fright

frigidityÃ''s

history. 
There's blood from sea to shining sea 
You see fruit that's on the tree, with roots in white supremacy 
A stolen land from you and me 
Hitler's

Objectivity, fresh ears, cringey
Your voice is too high

You don't belong in rap is what they tell me
No, no, no Andrew
Can't listen to the hate,

straight
(Yo, my man's a prophet too)
Yo, god, you think he ain't?
So do the right thing, it's not a black or a white thing
We're here to let you know

Typ
Der mit Bart und Muskeln Songs von White Girls fühlt
Wir trinken Bacardi nur mit Sprite gekühlt
Auch wenn das erste Treffen meist den Anschein

Dennis 
He ain't no game, Andrew Wiggins 

I'm in her mouth, dentist 
He ain't got no cash, pennies 
That ain't his car, rented 
After I nut, finished