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The Refrain of John Dillon James

Alabama

Songs of Inspiration, Vol. 2

2007

Oh, John Dillon James was my good time country buddy

Well, we hunted, talked and fished his last days away

He was just a hired farm hand, worked

Dillon, did you not feel enough?
Dillon, did I not kneel enough?
I am like my mother, I cannot choose 'em right
Dillon, are you home tonight?
Are

Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

De La Soul

De La Soul Is Dead

1991

worker Dillon
Yeah I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles
Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles
He'd bring me to his crib

on Christmas morning
Deep in the forest, moonlit calm
A tiny wildflower
A new creation in my arms
Dillon James, you are the morning son
Life for you has just

a villian? (Why they do that?)
When I’m lowkey, I been ch-ch-chilling
A nigga been balling like Dillon
‘Cause a nigga just tryna get a million (A mill)
Run it

Robbie Dillon, Robbie Dillon
Some call him a saint
Some call him a villain
Some know him as Robbie Dick
But when the chips are down he's my top pick

Kehda karda ae dillon virre oh vi pta sanu ae
Kehda lounda ae scheme virre oh vi pta sanu ae

Je ajj tera time ae
Oh kadd da ge veham eh
Sochi na tu

bhaari
Rajkumari
Rajkumari
Teri adaa pe dil haar gayee dunya saari

Dillon pe raaj
Dillon pe raaj
Dillon pe raaj
Dillon pe raaj

Rajkumari
Rajkumari

an meinem Glas und Bop wie Dillon. 

Trapte und stackte die Patte, bin back in der Booth, droppe Banger für Banger. 



Jede Woche neue Air-Forces doch du

That's when you see Cross in the streets
Blitz'en shit
Cause what Dillon Dillon want
Dillon Dillon get
And I ain't stealing shit
I'mma flip me some bricks

the roof, (Yo yo yo yo yo)
You could ask em the scoop
Da drive I occupy is like i'm after the hoop ..
Dillon they lack in the coupe
Retracting the roof, (Yo

varni
Tere uthon jaan varni gal koi wadii nahhhhhhh
Hor kisy kudi pishy lagi nah
Jatta kdi jatti dillon kadi nah
Nal nal rakhi mnu apnyy
Kudi da ve hath

temps j'suis tatillon
J'arrache ses bas nylon
J'finis ma Dillon
Les frissons sur sa peau en disent long
On s'est embrassés une fois
C'est pas assez
C'est

vichkaare
Hone o hor kurhe.
Ni kerhi gllon
Akhiyan na akhan na milaave
Ke majhe aala kurhiye ni sache dillon chaave
Ke dil saada mallo malli nehre tere aave

SHERNI KOI Nc
RUBI RUBI RUBINc
TU HcI EK cNMOL NcGINc
RUBI RUBI RUBINc
BOSS LcDY BEcUTY QUEEN
RUBI RUBI RUBINc
CORORON DILLON KI TO HcI HcSEENc

JcB SE YEH

The Sheets were worn in
Chained in tune
Tongues tied across an empty room
cnd she moved like a Dillon tune
The tides of oceans made of fools

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Damn, Dillon made this?)
Said she want more of me
Missing them late nights, she call me twice before she go

take on this earthly home
I'll be wary, carrying this heavy load
For I know this red dirt covers streets of gold
'Cause heaven is somewhere
Down Dillon

make a bitch stop
I got big pot smell it bussin' out the Ziploc (Damn)
Life is different when you this hot (Sheesh)
When you in like Austin Dillon, ain't

Yeah
Young Gerald, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Dillon, Dillon with the boom pow
Every week now I switch to a new style
Two 12's in

sous vrais bails
Mouvant comme les sables
Filant comme les étoiles
J'suis sous Dillon, j'suis sous pilon
J'suis dans l'espace
Envoûtant comme le regard

(decir)
Que tú me gustas a mí
Dime si es verdad que quieres conmigo

Yo', De La Ghetto
De La Geezy
Dillon, Dillon Francis
Let's go

Oh meri koi nei demand bas pyar tu jithai ja
Soniya ve sachey dillon mere naal nibhai ja
Oh meri koi nei demand bas pyar tu jithai ja
Soniya ve

kardey batherey
Parr sache dillon koi bane na sahara ni
Eho jeha sacha pyar
Zindagi ch kadey tainu milloo na dobara ni
Pyar kardey batherey
Parr sache