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Yo To jest kawałek dla wszystkich kulturystów Dobrych kulturystów To jest KFD madefaka Prawdziwy West Coast Yo Bra bra bra K F D zaczyna rozwój
Chillin' on the rings of Saturn in a f****d up hearse Chillin' on the rings of Saturn in a f****d up hearse Not from this planet from a different universe
All You Need - A D – A – E – F#m F#m D A Give me all your songs, all your words, all your praise F#m D A Give me all your breath, all your life, all
Night 分かち合える痛みと衝動 Friday Night 自分であることの証拠 F・R・I・D・A・Y F・R・I・D・A・Y F・R・I・D・A・Y F・R・I・D・A・Y NITE!! 疾走! Friday Night 不安な夜に潰されそう Friday Night 見えない自由目指し疾走
Cross the line. You know that ass will be mine. F.O.D. Four piece of doom. F.O.D. Four piece of doom. F.O.D. Four piece of doom. F.O.D. Four
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D/F# G7/4 G7 A minh’alma se alegra no meu Deus. C G/B Am7 Am/G A minh’alma se alegra no meu Deus.
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Sem amor – Letra: Antonio Carlos | Melodia: Eugênio Black (G | Bm ||F7+||) 2 X D7 - Metrônomo: 83 BPM - 4 Solo: G D G F
Stepping on em yeah Lil n*ggah I'm the f*cken man Bragging on em yeah I'm really jogging to the f*cken bands Flexing on em I ain't really gonna
Dsus4 D Beware the undertow Bb F G D Keep your head above the water Bb F A Move parallel to shore Bb F G D Know you are stronger Csus4 Dsus4 D Than you
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en les l'vant T'enseigne l'art de foirer Ton propre enlèvement T'enseigne l'art de t'marrer À ton enterrement Tu f'rais mieux d'changer d'camp D
But I’d rather be the Answer that capture the violence that Coincides in my hood I should: stick a fork in this music business But I’m too deep in it
to my homies in the feds My nigga Real Nil Roosevelt we G'd up, wildin' like we eat up I'm the nicest nigga Buss can go and kick his feet up And let me
aboard America here comes the freedom train There's much more to this story like Wilson and Roosevelt They left the train to Truman who stoked it
Dear Mrs. Roosevelt, don't hang your head and cry; His mortal clay is laid away, but his good work fills the sky; This world was lucky to see him
By Tim Lake Chorus: C A7 D7 G7 Achievers achievers jeepers creepers F G7 C What am I doing here? F
And this little pink bald headed guy stuck his head out Now I'd seen that movie 'Closet Encounters' I just walked on over there big as Ike and looked up
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