Lyrics:
little lamb, little lamb
Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn
Mama, why do they keep saying this? I just don't understand, understand
And by the way,
like Ray Charles (I'm blind)
Blind to the hate like Ray Charles (I'm blind)
I'm blind to the hate (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Off to the races but not at my peak
little lamb, little lamb
Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn
Mama, why do they keep saying this? I just don't understand, understand
And by the way,
claimed
Full of bullet holes but none to blame
Ron became another victim of homicide
Because he chose to walk - on the Wildside
Charles had everything
hood
She got a bread and moved down to Miami for good
I like my omelettes with cheese, crispy hundreds no crease
Ain't talkin' retros but I like my
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
all over the bowl to red wine serve ya
You might be the next one we put on our menu
Brought to you in part by the evil that men do
Some change their
feeling the vibe
See the way I stretch you dey feel the gap
If ee no dey matter deir charle jie yo eye
Wanna best we dey put ibe do or die
Nana gyai me
No
Bobby Boucher I tackle them till they punt
I'm just doing something they sayin I can't do
I'm not doing it for them tho
I'm in this thing for me yo
claimed
Full of bullet holes but none to blame
Ron became another victim of homicide
Because he chose to walk - on the Wildside
Charles had everything
and Bobby Riding man I stayed in the back
Remember Charles was on the floor he dead now he can't come back
My mind so hurt I'm just on go mode Just
Everything you do
But I kno u gotta man at home
Deeply in love with you
You kno how the saying goes, girl
Whats ur man got to do with me?
See u could come over
code red
Slim say I got nobody but when they see me at the party they be like
"Go head, go head", 'cause I gots the cuts like Bobby, rappers are
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[Débuts de contes de fées dans différentes langues: allemand, anglais, danois,
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Help Me
You gotta help me baby, I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else
Put on your
ill but I'm healed right now
We just like Bobby Whitney, like Bobby Whitney
We just like Bobby Whitney, Bobby Whitney
New Edition if anybody cross
just another word for nothin' left to do.
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
Feelin' good was easy lord, when bobby sang the blues.
Feelin'
just another word for nothin' left to do.
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
Feelin' good was easy lord, when bobby sang the blues.
Feelin'
word for nothin' left to do
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good
and misery
Feathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mind
Here I stand before you, the color of the night
Frozen by the potential of me
another line
It never ends, I lose my mind.
Bobobobob make it stop
Bob-Bobby Stevens
He says hello, but not goodbye
Bob-Bobby Stevens
He's gonna keep you
weed
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed
I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang
weed
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed
I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang
to New Orleans
I took my harpoon out of
My dirty red bandanna
I was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slapping time
Bobby
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