Oh, F, congratulations on your death It's been the greatestt thing you gave to me So generous and selflessly, F. CHORUS Let's be other people You can
Tradução: Se preguntan cosas, la. Vamos a ser otras personas.
Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks If you work with my people, speak that Jourdan Dunn language Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls I wonder how it feel to lower (Lara) Stone?s
be honest A partridge is a bird I think it's a bird that doesn't fly Like Danny Bonaduce? Um, no, it's - He's ripped, ripped I'm telling you I heard
be thinkin' of rhymes that makes my quarters nickels plus my pennies and my dimes stack Don't be lookin' for trouble it be finding me Try turning the other
bein hated, it great it Let's me know that I made it I wouldn't have it no other way I wouldn't trade it for the world Only let's me know that I'm loved
don't know what to say to me Wanna be down with my posse, instead'a tryin' to knock me I wonder why they even jock me It's all there everyday, I think
a minute's time Italian vogue style a n-gga for a minute rhyme Let's be clear and lets be fair The best things in music's being offered here It's a round
ass in ya jeans make me wonder girl. ima super nigga needa cape for me. real street niggas they relate to me. a big disappointment i would hate to be
him? Sure. Why don't you show us where he's coming in? He's coming through this door here, there's two doors in this entrance, he's coming through
wanted to be more omnivorous. Carrots were ok but it would be so cool to eat stuff that other people would throw away. ?It would be like recycling. It
head bussin' and green Flippin' hundreds to G's, hoopties, to benzies I get my ki's, from my uncle KC He's a Magnolia soldier Be in 10 in Angola Shoot
team bout head bussin' and green Flippin' ????? G's, hoopties, to benzies I get my ki's, from my uncle KC He's a Magnolia soldier Be in 10 in Angola
gallon of V.S.O.P. V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P. V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P. V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P. V.S.O.P. Ohh,
? Let's get Santa Clause 'cause; Santa Clause has a red suit He's a communist And a beard, and long hair Must be a pacifist What's in the pipe that he
There ain't nothing that we love More than pulling your skirts up And exposin' you hoes so much People are starting to wonder What's up with the fuckin' 'Wonder Woman' under alls Do onto others
that cape and everything . . . just incredible . . . I'd . . . wonder what it's like to, to change into a monster . . . it must be really great. Phyllis: It's just so wonderful
And as I'm speakin I'll be bombin the dumb Deaf and blind cause I was born with a sharp mind Eatin mc's with ease like it's lunchtime Or crunchtime, when
