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a country boy named Johnny B. Goode. He never learned to read or write so well, But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell. Go go, go Johnny go, go;
on The shooting company of Captain Frans B. Cocq My uniform shines the livery of a high-born man The Claw-guild signs immortalized by the master's hand Light
waitin B. gon' be the biggest on top, and there ain't no debatin People in my way, I'm talkin' ladies and gents Gotta go through em' just so they can see,
hitta! (Hitta.. queen!) (Grah!) Here to back my bestie up.. From the haters! (Let's go!) Sara B. wanna be a Sara T. (Like.. damn) Its not delusions.. Its
(Everywhere worldwide) I know you been waitin' for this world to collide B. O. Double B. Y., it take LA, and Folarin 'Bout to take it back like Doc and Marty
a mess Better give my girl my best, put my B.S under arrest 'Cause I love my lady Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
jobb demókat dob ! Ha brutál track kell akkor most Knozah` B. rappel... Ember ha nem tetszik menj el, te nem állíthatsz meg engem ! Ha gyullad
on the cadilac we so real Skinny deville return like a bat out of hell Hell don't ya think nappy roots comin as well Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch, and Fish
willing to die for mine, I'm willing to die for mine Now all y'all done heard of me I'm B. Gizzle I've done things you bitch niggas scared of I
[*talking*] Whaa-whaa-what's up whoadie what's up B. Gizzle, and my dog Choppa Stizzle You understand, K-Nizzle on the trizzack And this some G-code
Where lives a young country boy Named Johnny B. Goode He never ever learned To read or write a book so well But he could play his guitar Just like
yo nunca quise, Es cierto, nunca hacerte daño Amor, entre tus brazos, He ido descubriendo lo que tanto extraño. B. Yo nunca te mentí, son cosas
featuring Master P Mo B. Dick Silkk the Shocker Master P: Ugh How that feel to ya baby That feel good to you. Let me
the music. If any of these men touch you, I swear I'll lose it. And I couldn't never B. I'm not irreplaceable. I know that I'm replaceable. The way you feel
O. B. Glad you're alive And today is the one day You've been waiting to try Walking out between the rain O. B. Glad I am here To have the fun
beat Takin' it to the street Dance away! Taking time out Look to the future Anything you wanna be Easy like your A. B. C. Taking some
Yes it's my melody Eric B. (check out my melody) Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize it Eric B. made a cut and advertised it My melody's
Yes it's my melody Eric B. (check out my melody) Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize it Eric B. made a cut and advertised it My melody's
the freaks of the industry, You's a freak Money B. You got that Shock G The freaks of the industry, And when you see us back stage, be prepared to G. Say
as a family on Planet B. Look in my eyes, take a deep. The light is strange, The air smells bad but you will overcome. There is no way for you to come back.
of earth and wood, Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode... He never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could play the guitar like
industry, But don? t act like you don? t f** to this R and b got kids off this R and b Get b*** off this r and b. you need a hook, who you call, the King of r
we do it I'm hittin' on the West Side It's bumpin' on the East Side Slammin' on the South Side Makin' noise on the North Side Now Jack B.
Talkin' too much ra-ra, really need to get the cap out Every time B. on the beat, you know that he gon' black out You against me, lil' nigga, we know you
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