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And we have another person on my right that's actually on this album
Julissa "JJ Beats/JJ Dances" Mercado
So I'm gonna ask my homeboy Trey
So how do

yeah)
Remix
Now this that sh-, right here
Bad Boy, baby (uh, yeah)
Janet (uh, yeah)
JJ (uh, yeah)
This goes out to all the clubs (the one and only)

yeah)
Remix
Now this that sh-, right here
Bad Boy, baby (uh, yeah)
Janet (uh, yeah)
Jj (uh, yeah)
This goes out to all the clubs (the one and only)

dreams will be crushed
And your standards have just been flushed

My man's JJ
Your gonna be finished
By anyone's standards, you're always the thinnest
Our

it's pogo
I told myself I wouldn't do it, but I did that shit anyway
Just another love song, by the way
I'm from the city, but you can say that I was

me and when he brings me in
Tell me I can be a star and reach far into peoples hearts

It's like the days going by like the hours
Now I feel the power,

Goodwood

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Jy't geskryf jy hou van JJ Cale, maar Koos Kombuis se songs is gans te vuil
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be on
Real World Las Vegas
Dawg she fine like Irulan
This my Game 6
2012 LeBron song
So y'all can rap along
Cuz this the anthem for all my dawgs

Hahaha deji x Dax x Crypt
Let's go

JJ, wanna play games? Wanna snake me
Get your friends tryna battle me (Battle me)
Now they wanna bait names
How

rocking (Purpp)
I signed a deal and then put up a song
And yeah, bitch, I took off like a rocket (woo)
I spent two hundred on watches
I got the sauce,

Take Me Home

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 3

2001

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seven deep in the jeep with the camel top,
everybody and they drunk as hell,
?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us
(cause we

Street
Who call themselves The Fugs

In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs

wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up

to lies by the press
I've built an immunity
Movies, novels, and music
I work like it's two of me
Writing this song in first-class on
My way to LA on the lay

Santa Cruz

J.J. Cale

Anyway the Wind Blows: The Anthology

1997

L.A.
Just to give a little music to boo me away
Hey J.J. can you play Cocaine
Do After Midnight it's all the same
Oo-wee how did I lose
Talkin'

name like JJ?
Like nah
Told that my name is Indi
I swear that i'm cursed and the devil is in me
We thumbing these racks by the hundreds and fifties
Told

Real Love, freely given with no surprises
I'm a product of the hate let's state the obvious
Nuyorican and surrounded by Staten Islanders
Thought Love

don’t need a sleigh
Need no hooks, 'cause I’ve mastered bait (Uh)
I’m so good
Even Santa plays this song on Christmas
I’m the Grinch!
No hands when I’m

Remember they counted me out?
Swear to god that I got a vendetta
I wish Eddie was here by my side
Ten toes man he would not let up
I remember them times that

this green
I am a fiend
Call it like it is bitch
Don’t beat around the bush
This shit rare like a pound a kush
Your songs are a sound to (shhhh)
I’m

(That's JJ)

World so done, why is clout so viral?
Have you no shame for the drug of viral?
Swear down, they'll do some shit so spiteful
All for

instead no
For some reason I get another day to breathe
But this a fragile reality so many "what if's" and "coulda be's" right
This about a day I should

J-J- J-January begins with hope
By February we're tryin' to cope
March and April ain't on track
May and June we're wonderin' how we'll come back
July Uh,

really what you got til it's gone
and I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but
Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then
Think about the years I was raised,