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guitar.
Listen here for a taste of the album Love is a Painter by Mireille & Eddy Moust: PJJ, The Moon, The Roses and Phantasmagoria (Don't You forget
into an album
Send it straight to gold
But I don't really like my flow, no
So tell me what you want to hear
Somethin' that'll light those ears
I'm
The Laurel And Hardy of phuture rap
They don't come much crazier or
More outrageous than Outkast
Their physical presence turning out
To be every
't awaken
Since my baby's gone
From the album "True Love"
Written by: M. Parish & H. White
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
Bitch, I go by 224, move a half a bow
Got some bitches who gon' do it what I say so
Bitch, I go by 224, move a half a bow
Might just pour a deuce in
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
don't need one
NB: The TV Version continuesthe
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Praline: Then I would like a statement to
That effect signed by the Lord
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
Alright listen up buddy, listen closely and I cannot stress this enough
By listening to this album you are literally
And I mean LITERALLY listening
bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know English
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
To be the meaning
pelu omo mi o omo oloogo
Forelines l'oruko re o, omo mi
Fore by Fore eh
Fore by Fore eh eh eh
Forelines don bring album (Forelines don bring album
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
this bitch without a fight, baby
One request, please don't bite, baby
I got some bomb-ass pussy from a white lady
I ain't lyin', I'ma shine like
brawled in every bar-room from Ely to Fort McLean
Now me and old Ted Johnson, sure you'll not remember him
We was working at the Rarus had a stope with Sull
’t write these types of songs but you guys also don’t seem to give them too much a thought
Let me write Chili Peppers an album
Let me write Chili Peppers
day I'll marry her!"
And they laugh at me, or they brush it off, but I swear I'll keep my word
Don McLean will play at our wedding, the song we heard
alive
Sleep all day on moms couch cause I'm not alright
I'm not alright, not fine I don't know why
I stay inside and hide for days I cry
Followed by
McLean Mafia
2N
That's Naughty Nasty, cuz
Uh
I fucked the bitch and told her she ain't nothin' special
I'll send yo' ass to hell like I'm the fuckin' devil
half a Vicodin, why can't I?
All systems ready for take off, please stand by
Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know
Feels like I been down
going
I am on and that's right baby
I am ain't going out this bitch without a fight baby
One request please don't bite baby
I got some bomb ass pussy from
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
From the Album:
* Winter harvest
A-a-a-a-a-a
In my house
There is anything you need
In my house yeah baby
You don't have to wipe your feet
In my
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