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(Directamente de La Base)
This is the remix
(Eh-eh, eh-eh-eh)
W, Chris Andrew
Dreah
Ya me cansé de tus falsas promesas
Ya no me hables de amor

to the ground
Then there came Andrew
I was only three
And my brother turned out to move a lot like me
Oh my brother turned out to move a lot like me

Crawled

This is the remix (oh-woh) (wow-woh)
El negrito ojos claros
Chris Andrews, yeah, yeah
Ozuna

Hey, shorty (hey, shorty)
Me la paso pendiente

proud of me, hey proud of me

Dem left dem yard, true
Dem hear mi pon record
Dem left dem yard, true
Dem hear mi pon record
Dem come a Saint Andrew fi

inside the G-wagon (damn)
Fucked her one time and she won't stop braggin' (damn)
Half a mil' cash, all Andrew Jacksons
Got a project bitch, look like

Andrew Eldritch Is Moving Back To Leeds

The Mountain Goats

Goths

2017

breeds
Andrew Eldritch is moving back to Leeds

There's a rusted fog machine
In a concrete storage space
Letter-number combinations
With no meaning

Pudo complementar lo que siempre me faltó 
Para mi es un placer poder anclar en tu puerto 
Soy tuyo por supuesto 
Hasta que pare en reloj 

Andrew

Coro

Stand behind your bars, that's a thin line,
Came out screaming 'Mama, I'm on my grizind!'

Pre Hook (Andrew Cameron):
I was born for the climb,
I paid

Directamente desde La Base
Hozwal (Juanka)
Chris Andrew

Hoy me puse pa' ti (sí)
'Tá to' bien, 'tá to' cool, los bolsillo' full
Llego en el

can't fitted
M nigga don't ballet, but keep two two's like Andrew Wiggins
On sumn' like ouh he trippin', take meds for the pain he feel
Ma dukes said I'm

Riding With Private Malone

David Ball

Amigo

2001

found the note 
The date was nineteen sixty-six and this is what he wrote 

He said, "My name is Private Andrew Malone 
And if you're reading this,

great, yeah
We had no luck, Andrew
She let me fuck, thank you
Two hoes, one me, guess that's one thing I'd really say I'm into

All my niggas in

buscándome como fugitivo (como fugitivo)
Quiere que de nuevo yo le dé agresivo (agresivo)

Chris Andrew, ma', yeah
Esto e' Chris Andrew, ma'
(En conexión)

a trumpeter 
Whose name was Andrew Lammie 
And he had the art to gain the heart 
O' Mill o' Tyfty's Annie 

Lord Fyvie he rode by the door 
Where lived Tifty's

(weight)
Twenty-two shots on me, Andrew Wiggins (twenty-two)
Ballin' too hard, never had a scrimmage (nah)
Freaky lil' bitch give me ass and titties, yeah

Andrew Rose, the British sailor
Now to you his wrongs I'll name
'Twas on the passage from Barbados
All on board of the Martha Jane.

Chorus:

and your tummy are rumblin’
Keep on the hustlin’, I am not summonin’ anyone gunning on me
I just wanna make a rant for the homie
Andrew, you shouldn’t be

Matilda
His brother's quarantined
Chris is our basement anchorman
Locked down with no vaccine

Now I'm not the man my girlfriend needs
In an Andrew Cuomo

Ha ha ha 

[x4] 

Keyboards: Mark Cox, Andrew Gray 

Bass: Leslie Langston 

Voices: Michael Allen, Michelle Levi 

Drums: Andrew Gray, Rew

And, Andrew tell me I need to slow down
But I don't think I really know how
There's no place I call my home now
So, I don't know where I could go now

Like Andrew Yang imma Trickle Up
Money getting low imma flip it up
Trump admin I done seen enough
10% vat is a big plus
Amazon suckin Up 20 billion

the devil
I swear that little bitch is the devil 
I swear that little bitch is the devil
Red bottoms on another level
Andrew Cane with some black feathers
I

wallet (wallet)
Frankie, Andrew, George on vacation in my wallet (Frankie)
Faces in my wallet (whoa)
Faces in my wallet (yeah)
Faces in my wallet
I got

Siya'y kumagat din, kumindat at nagpakita ng smile
Tinanong niya ko "Hey aren't you Andrew E of Euphoria?"
Sumagot siya "Hi Andrew my name is Binibirocha!"