Lyrics:
Ladies and gentlement
We're out in front of the dallas county court house
Where the Kirk Franklin verses the state of the world case is about
When evening chores are over at our rach house on the plains
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and ride off down the trail
When evening chores are over at our ranch house on the plain
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and ride off down the trail
novinha já tá
na marola
é agora que eu vou atacar
marola marola marola marola
marola marola marola marola
essa novinha já tá
na marola
é agora que eu vou
Ridin' down the canyon, to watch the sun go down
A picture, that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle lowin' on the mountain side
I hear
to do
It i am an artist and I care about humanity
Yes I am personally rich and I can
Buy furs and houses for my family
But I need access to more money
Fuck the house in fuck the house in
Fuck the house in fuck the house in
Fuck the house in fuck the house in
Fuck the house in fuck the house in
bitch, I beg your pardon
I'm independent but I'm ballin' like a major artist
I stay high like giraffe, pussy
In my trap house, smokin' rubber kushy
real
Then I grab on that ass and I firmly believe it
And you look like you drawn by an artist
No you, you look like Bernice and Yaris
But both put
Felipe Lobão - Linda e Marola
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
When evening chores are over at our ranch house on the plains
And all I have got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and go ridin' down the trail
t-t-t-a-a-a-house!
(repeat)
-=by Jossse=-
When evening chores are over
At our ranch house on the plains
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and go ridin' down the trail
house do chef
depois do plantão eu vo marola
Tubo de lança guardado no bolso
18 kilate guardei no pescoço
Vida bandida eu não vou negar
fica tão
with deep vocals and a clear message to house music. c very summer song, for the most house clubs and artists.
In the shit house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black
In the shit house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black
When evening chores are over at the ranch house on the plains
And there's nothing left to do but lay around
I saddle up my pony and go riding down
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