the chain linked fence surrounds the feeble child gag your mouth to hear sweet melodies lifted your hand to swing to swing the chair pounding my brain
Tradução: Dillinger Escape Plan. Deserción Escolar 4 º curso.
: [Intro:] Corny Niggas!!!, Hi I'm your weather man Mr. O'Neil Bryan, and I'm sayin You got a terrible weather taking over di earth... And this one
down I'll come back running, knock you down, it won't be long now All the way in. All the way. Take it up higher. 4 degrees warmer. Give in now and let
chorus) (The Game talking) hey lo, im gonna take these niggas back man, back to the number 4 jordans niggas dem shits was sway, remember them mutha fuckers, yeah the number 4
in Jail Trippin on Fliks an bogger trail, pussy in black tail Pack mamma moved, but she don't talk to him no more The shells from twains 4-4, blew the
You and your man y'all both should know That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go Shit I been hated since the 5th grade that's why
em? Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby (bitch) Smoked out in high school Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken Gotta get paid we in the kitchen Cooking up grade
: [talks: Busy Signal] Trouble again I nuh know Who feels it knows it duh ya see some high grade some hennessy [Verse 1:] When the weeds smell suh stink
: Busy talks: Trouble again I nuh know who feels it knows it duh ya see some high grade some hennessy Verse:1 when the weeds smell suh stink and i tink
Luis Miguel Baladista como Lubriel Toda la vida como Emanuel Como Juan Gabriel o como Amanda Miguel Gracias a que eres un bruto colgao Con un tercer grado
no tengo la culpa de que lo tuyo parezca un blooper Yo no tengo la culpa de que yo le pase por encima A tu mierda con mi Super Trooper 4x4 Que los pone
goldone tutti fanno come dice il papa, anche chi non e' cattolico. queste finte modelle ragazze immagine, che piu fanno le sante piu e alto il grado di
we call that half century, Me start me own herb documentary, Bermy man a call that film 4:20, yeah Whe me say, Finally the herbs come around, The high grade
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is Of course they gonna know what intercourse is By the time they hit fourth grade They got the Discovery
With a fucked up childhood That I used as an excuse And aint shit changed But kept the same mindstate Since the third time that I failed 9th grade You
