Lyrics:
first name was Forest
I am a Lambo and you are a Taurus
Droppin' these bombs like I stay spittin' mortars
Stephen C. Droppin' three's in the fourth
sognavamo quella vita ma non era questa
Non sono C. Ronaldo
Ma fammi esplodere che esplode anche il fattore campo
Il mio settore è caldo
Mister tiritero
behind.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead.
P. C.
behind.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead.
P. C.
now?
c. 2008 Craig Aspen and Cyd Frazzini, BMI
deep.
Read it and weep.
c. 2008 Cyn Frazzini and Craig Aspen, BMI
Coffee, English Gin and
Everything we're not
The pit inside the cherry
It must be so very beautiful
How Lucky You Are.
c. 2008 Craig Aspen & Cyd
is my home
They make me feel not so alone
Hartford is the place for me, located in Central C. T.
Hartford is my home and the only place
I ever wanna
behind.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead.
P. C.
the kitchen, chicken in the barn
Chicken driving Cadillacs to Washington, D. C.
When I set my chicken free
And I set them free, yipee, and I set them free
And I
behind.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead.
P. C.
behind.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead.
P. C.
Hit it
Its on you
Its on you
M. C. S. A. R.
Right, in the heat of the night
Pump up the party, turn up the light
Back like just
behind.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead.
P. C.
behind.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead.
P. C.
[Lyrics: B. Milnes, Music: C. Milnes]
Went walkin' with devil,
Walkin' in his shoes,
Went walkin' with the devil,
Thought I had nothing to lose,
[Lyrics & Music: C. Milnes]
I want to wrap my hands around your neck,
Squeeuze, squeeze until your dead,
I'd like to see your eyes bulge out of your
también te cuidare...
Canción subida al sistema por Sergio C. Coelho, de Cúcuta Colombia---Viva el Cúcuta Deportivo Campeón Colombiano 2006
goals get outta reach
You come to ease my mind and give me energy
You look behind the show of sexy Sarah C.
You know about my fears and insecurities
to thank you for the facts from a to c.
Sunny, I want to thank you for the truth you let me see.
My life was torn like a windblown sand,
And the rock was
behind.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead.
P. C.
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-Julio C. Cabrera-
Uh, uh, yeah-yeah, C. Weezy nigga
Things just ain't the same, for mobsters
That's why it's so hard, for real niggaz to prosper
Everybody acting
I'ma muthafuckin Hillwood cowboy
5 40 ass raised Mr. C. Coy
A.k.a. El Coyote
Creepin' slow through the monte
Peace to my niggas in the grave
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