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Siene Súbele A La Pista Y Dime Si Ya Estamos Ready? Bombo Y Caja Y El Bajo Sonando Heavy Nos Fuimos Ninety-Seven Como En Los Tiempos De Fuggies
Dea ain't doin me no fuckin good They runnin up in the hood stealin goods Then they put it in the mouth of the fuzz Fuggy muggy wiggly stuffy
Qui ferait des bêtises C'est dans la bêtise (Wo!) Qu'on excelle Je tema le excel Je fais oulalala comme les Fuggies (Oulalala!) Soit t'es ma cerise Soit
Fuggy bits of limbo Ground into fine sand Beat up against the break Under the truss bridge Scrammed the pylon Footsore from pebbled beachcomb Nightly
The doctor says I'm out of hope I cannot suffer anymore And I am always comatose The dark eternity is close The marble floor and fuggy hall Dirty
Fuggy bits of limbo Ground into fine sand Beat up against the break Under the truss bridge Scrammed the pylon Footsore from pebbled beachcomb Nightly
more pale body to cook Three weeks later he got fuggy She embelished the rotting body Inject his cock into her quim Before consuming the putrid dick
Yeah yeah 이렇게 달이 아름다운 밤이 오면 감정이 올라 so, lonely (yeah yeah yeah) 며칠간 묵었던 내 역경 북받쳐 올라 oh, fuggy 무작정 네게 전활 걸어 술 한잔해줄래요, baby (baby) 네가 필요해, 나 네가
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