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Let Her Dance
(Stephen) V1
She caught my eyes, from across the room
So tantalized by the way that she moves
Yo mister DJ give her a chance
Don't stop

(Výhry a prohry)
Výhry a prohry
Žádný L, jenom W, Stephen Curry (Stephen Curry)
Výhry a prohry (Ayy, ayy)
Výhry a prohry (Výhry a prohry)
Výhry a prohry

Spin the block all my niggas spin the block
I spy who that be oh that's a opp
Glock hold thirty stephen curry with the shot
Do em dirty then we roll

glasses
It happened bit by bit I had grown a little wiser
And I wondered if the book of IT still ended with a spider

That was IT
That was IT
I started

We was in too deep
It was you and me
Countin hunnids by the thousand
Taking pictures by the beach
Got the gold chain on
With my Louis slippers on
I

I'm on a whole 'nother level
You can get stomped by the rebel
They put my head on a swivel
These 223's will not not miss you
Please tell me what is

and Pat alone-

Plus Eunice-

And Peter-

And Jean-

And Joan-

And what's-his-name-?

Stephen-

And hold the phone-
The one in the army-

There once lived a man named Stephen
I read about him just the other day
A man on conviction
Who was not afraid to stand up for what he believed
He

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen (Hoo)
As the slow ray round about
Deep and crisp and crispy
Brightly show the boot last night

LeBron
Stephen Curry ain't got nothing on LeBron
Let's hear it for LeBron yeah yeah
LeBron Bron let's go Bron Bron
Did you see that block made by LeBron

Why?

Performer：stereo is the answer
Composer ：Stephen Mok
Lyricist ：Stephen Mok
Arranger ：stereo is the answer
Producer ：Stephen Mok

Broken things

Never fucking hesitate but hit them with a pump fake
Balling like I'm Stephen I'll never settle for chump change
Now these bitches want me shooting

I'm 'bout to take off
All this drip on me, got a bad bitch on me
Got these perc 30's on me
Stephen Curry, yeah I need all my guap by three
I need

l shoot at ya shit like im Stephen
5.56's fill up my weapon
Kick in ya shit like its tekken aye
Having them glocks we dont do the Wesson
I keep

Show 'Em Whatcha Got

Public Enemy

It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back

1988

Freedom is a road seldom traveled by the multitude

Public Enemy Number One 
Show 'Em Whatcha Got

The same God that gave wisdom to Marcus

like they name was Stephen
They ask me why as if I need a reason
I got you followed by my demons
You turn to face 'em, can't even see 'em

Pause

Performer：stereo is the answer
Composer ：Stephen Mok
Lyricist ：Stephen Mok
Arranger ：stereo is the answer
Producer ：Stephen Mok

Rewind this

He a dead man walking, I don't know why he talking
He keep on talking we gonna send he to Stephen Hawkings
And I really move clean you would've

Someone Else's Prayer

Mary Chapin Carpenter

Time* Sex* Love*

2001

right now not to even care
And then this could be someone else's prayer

And on a sleepless night by St. Stephen's Green
Oh, I turned and tossed with

Freedom is a road seldom traveled by the multitude

Public Enemy Number One 
Show 'Em Whatcha Got

The same God that gave wisdom to Marcus

With topics so grotesque like it was made by Stephen King!
Something so profound that you people never seen
This is written by the sick! Written, written

(Mid-afternoon: the main bedroom
In Stephen Ward's
House in Wimpole Mews cHRISTINE
Lies in bed between the sheets
JACK PROFUMO is dressing)

We

you can think of
Keep you up late, huh 
Like I'm Stephen Colbert
And love
If you ever need some 
You dial me 
Just a phone call away, yea

Just a phone

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