Lyrics:
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There's hake in all our waters
I'm going to shave your daughters
They're very kind, hall porters
Save these seals from the slaughter
Thank you
No,
dap be dah bap
There's hake in all our waters
I'm going to shave your daughters
They're very kind, hall porters
Save these seals from the slaughter
Ma chérie m'dit qu'j'traîne trop la noche, j'vends la mort, j'n'ai pas d'âme
Moi j'veux porter du Dolce, Versace, dans tout Paname
Ma chérie m'dit
Oh if you've got a wingo, take her up to Ringo
Where the waxies sing-o all the day.
If you've had your fill of porter and you can't go any
Further
Hehehe baby girl
I'd build you town hall
Bigger than Baba blu
Bulaba Blu
Yeah let's get it
Cheii
Girl you got Milly Dollar Body
Way you curved that
and pirots and hottentots and whatnots
And stars you might see on the music hall stage
At the charladies ball people said one and all
You're the bell
A la base, on a la foi, déjà minots
Bien avant que la cité adopte
La loi des casinos
Porter la croix, porter le poids
Porter la voix des marginaux
Les
9.4 Official contrôle le réseau hip-hop, reggae, dance-hall
Chante l'espoir aux braves et décime la racaille
Rohff et Soundkaïl en mode soldat
music-halls
Ce n'est pas toujours drôle
Les uns marchent trop vite sans avoir eu
Le temps d'apprendre à vivre
Et quand leur mode est passée
Ils sont
music-halls
Ce n'est pas toujours drôle
Les uns marchent trop vite sans avoir eu
Le temps d'apprendre à vivre
Et quand leur mode est passée
Ils sont
vies, tiens, connard
On t’en fais une copie
Cette vie nous casse les couilles
Obligé de porter une coquille
Les cow-boys ont des colts et
On se les
Baby fuck 'em all
Elle veut traîner dans le mall
Elle veut m'suck right dans mon hall
Elle veut d'moi c'est pas lol
Téma de haut j'fais 6 feet tall
(Porter Wagoner)
There are so many things that I don't understand
And I search my mind to try to find an answer
But the more I search the less I
On the Fourth of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet cohb of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New
On the Fourth of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet cohb of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New
city hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her
She'd stood several blasts, she had
Tom T Hall is forty now and so is Bobby Bare
Willie Nelson's gettin' grey and Faron Young don't care
But the young ones keep on coming on the old
the grand City Hall in New York
We'd an elegant craft, it was rigged 'fore and aft
And how the trade winds drove her
She had twenty-three masts and she
city hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her
She'd stood several blasts, she had
of the hustlers, uh
The world is my custy
New Rich Porter
The way I flip quarters
Front on all these other rap artists, but me
Mama was a mink wearer
Papa ran
On the Fourth of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet Cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New
of the hustlers, uh
The world is my custy
New Rich Porter
The way I flip quarters
Front on all these other rap artists, but me
Mama was a mink wearer
Papa ran
Haha
Swifty McVay
Mr. Porter
The Kon Artis (ah)
I told you we wasn't leavin', come on
I come from a jungle, with a trunk load of punk hoes
city hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her
She'd stood several blasts, she had
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