kostenloses essen aus ref.: (2x) s.o.s. lasst die bordkapelle spielen s.o.s. einen walzer mit gefuehlen s.o.s. fresst und sauft und sauft und fresst
Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry, Donald comes down the hill wild and angry; Donald will clear the gouk's nest cleverly, Here's to the king and
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I'm a oops baby And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380 Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy? Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S Have it how you want, speed knot
show me round, they know it's sunshine They see the ghetto booty and they know it's lunchtime Gourmet cuisine got 'em actin silly He ain't even fuck,
a critical situation Space that you're wasting Facing obliteration K-O station identification Hesitance leads to definite devastation K-O-T-I-X collaboration
don't mind I will beat on your behind," "Slap you, slap you silly." made me say, "O, what's the matter here?" I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses, he's
man We take on the chin We didn't mean to be that silly Mr Aeroplane man We want to be with you He's just a regular guy like you and me now O Mr Aeroplane
3: Fresh Kid Ice] There's a lesson to be taught, that's the one you should learn You can't buy respect; it's what you earn 'Cause when you dis 2 Live
trust her, bitch be lying too much She be dying to fuck me, you be buying tha stuff.... (Young Noble) See old friend I know.. your whole M.O.'s
: (feat. Snoop Dogg) [50 talkin:] It's 50 dent & S-N-double O-P You don't want no snoop & you don't want it wit me [Chorus (50 cent):] Everytime I
you know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's Hittin' buckshots at niggas
's coming D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach 50 percent of it's 50 cent The other 50 percent of it's who's color of skin it is But if you even
a nigga O.D. Cash Rule Everything Around Me I'm YSL, Versace You could see me in that Porsche GT Comin' down Sunset sittin' on D's Feelin' like 'Pac,
she was from your past Silly of me to dream of, one day having your kids Love is so blind, it feels right when it's wrong I can't believe I fell for
high Yeah, I do 'cause I like to get silly wit it And since I drink St. Ides, yo A nigga get religious with it I want short, talls, 40s, and them 64s
