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Viva, Little Joe, Baby Jane, and Edie S. But you better call us soon before we talk ourselves to death Starlight open wide everybody is a star Split
Viva, Little Joe, Baby Jane, and Edie S. But you better call us soon before we talk ourselves to death Starlight open wide everybody is a star Split
hard, give it to me rough uh Low on luck Like you strayed from Dublin P. S. you're enough
about love Don't tell me now, Don't tell me now You don't know what you're getting yourself into Masturbation, U. S. A. Population: My dismay Just when I
rappers like this was the U.S. Open Server rapper like this was the U. S. Open Server rapper like this was the U. S. Open
arruga como pasa El es J. E. S. U. y la S. Quieres conocerlo mándame un SMS Yo tengo el contacto que nunca desaparece Te comparte de lo suyo y no te
got you scared? Next up, we here in NoWhere U. S. of A. Keep your power, love I'm not scared because I'll get off the map of NoWhere, U.S. of A. City
of communism. And I was the luckiest 8-year old McCarthyist of 1979: I spent spring break on the flight line of a base in the Carolinas- the U. S. version of my
With our friends and family to care; How we love Christmas Day In the best town in the U. S. A. Christmas in Riverdale? Don't you wish that it would
zrozumieli, że siedząc nic nie zrobią, muszą wstać i robić. K. U. S. i Y. Chcę żeby to kurwa zrozumieli. K. U. S. i Y. Chcę żeby to kurwa zrozumieli, że
If everybody had a smart phone ,,, across the U. S. A. Then everybody'll be twitching ,,, all night and day They'd be twitching to their honies ,,,
P. S. you hatin muthafuckas were dead wrong ( Chorus ) 2x Told you muthafuckas I won, I was gon do it I was gon do it, still you doubted me... still
cheap thrills You think you're Hunter S. Thompson I think you're fucking crazy as the day's long Man-to-man, heart to-heart I love you but you drive
Oh well, oh well, I feel so good today We touched ground on an international runway Jet propelled back home, from over the seas to the U. S. A. New
the goods we was given And God bless the U. S. of A. And God bless the standard of livin' Let's keep it that way And we'll all have a good time Have
got We hate you U. S. Army Fuck you you're a goddamn nazi
to toe, I'm U. S. A. and C. I. O. Fightin' out here on the waters to win some freedom on the land.
Baby girl you drunk when u drink whiskey Yahh Bro I’m gonna smoke and fuck your នារី(x2) Vers 2 A B C D E F G (YAHH) H I J K L M N O P (YEHH) Q R S.
Do you ever get the feelin' that you got to get away It's a sympton of the fever all across the U. S. A. My family doctor told me "son the flu is
a mothafuckin' show, right? This yo first album (Wow) You fuckin' wit' yo boy Nitti, right? (That's right) 'cause we're live again, from Ghettoville, U. S. A that
everybody had an ocean Across the U. S. of A. Then everybody'd be surfin' Like Californ-I-a You'd see 'em wearing their baggies Huarache sandals too
to stand back and wait for you excuse me s. busybody,could you pencil me in when you can? though we both know that the worst part about it is that i would
Drinking back on Irish Killians Crud Spaskinksi dot comma chameleon I say Crud Spaskinski Dot comma chameleon Now the tragic life of Crud S. Doesn't affect
for me face the judge and lie for me P. I. T. T. S. B. U. R. G. H. Represent to the fullest And I'm putting cowards back into place When I'm
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