Lyrics:
by the gun. D.J. at the party ain't played one hit,
best slap the D.E.G., put the fade on it. Even before the song is done,
she want the giddy off
mean?
Check it out
T-y-p-e g-u-y
I'm that type of guy to give you a pound and wink my eye
Like a bandit, caught me redhanded, took her for granted
G-A-S-T
G-A-S-T-E?
G-A-S-T-O, oh
Gaston!
kysser fruerne
når mændene er ude at spille golf
og sender dem buketter med billige rim
mayonaise og lilla bols
K-I-E-L-G-A-S-T-E-N og kielgasten
han
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E vejo que em mim
Dm9 A
Estão todas as respostas que eu busco pela vida
Bm G
Aos poucos liberto
A-B-C-D-E-G
I never learned to spell
At least not well.
1-2-3-4-5-6-7
I never learned to count
A great amount.
But my busy mind is burning
A-B-C-D-E-G
I never learned to spell
At least not well.
1-2-3-4-5-6-7
I never learned to count
A great amount.
But my busy mind is burning
A-B-C-D-E-G
I never learned to spell
At least not well.
1-2-3-4-5-6-7
I never learned to count
A great amount.
But my busy mind is burning
want me back
And if my E-G-O's, oh no, don't give up to fast
Baby, there's something about you
Show me, that nothing can hold you down
'Cause I, I
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs (Mr. Biggs)
Pow-wow (pow-wow)
G-L-O-B-E (G-L-O-B-E)
The soul sonic force
Gotta rock this and pop it, 'cause it's the century
A-B-C-D-E-G
I never learned to spell
At least not well.
1-2-3-4-5-6-7
I never learned to count
A great amount.
But my busy mind is burning
already lost the fight
What exactly is gonna happen
When he's finally realized
That he can't play his guitar like E.G. Jim
Or write St. Augustine if he
on EBT
Got a black nine, call it BET
School niggas, get a GED
And I tease niggas, make em B-E-G
Got a money fetish, I'ma fly to Venice
Got a big house
what happens then?
What if you couldn’t die what would you do next?
G-R-A-V-E
You won’t find my body
No lay me down 6 feet
Left to rest and rot in peace
D A Bm D7 G D A
é sempre bom festejar, e partilhar emoções
G Gm D B7
com bons amigos ao nosso
General General General
G.E.N.E.
General General General
G.E.N.E.
Minhas calças vermelhas, meu casaco de general
Eu vou descendo a rua (vou, vou,
G D
E há sempre uma chave pra quem chegou
A C
John, a luz da manhã
G
O sabor
só crença neste beat quêm diria
(Quêm diria)
De cuspir com Nelly
E com mano Arman-G
Sixteen pra cada um
Eu não estou a mentir
Nunca estive fora
Ne me
e costumes / E não colocou /
G/B Am7 D D4 D7
O nosso amor / Em primeiro lugar.
G D/F#
A B C D E F G H I J
K L M N O P Q R S T
A B C D E F G H I J
K L M N O P Q R S T
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U V W X Y Z
A apple B boy C cat
D dog E egg F fish
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A, B, C, D!
A, B, C, D!
We're learning Daddy!
E, F, G, H!
E, F, G, H!
We love you so much!
I, J, K, L!
I, J, K, L!
Let's learn the letters well!
A-B-C-D-E-G
I never learned to spell
At least not well.
1-2-3-4-5-6-7
I never learned to count
A great amount.
But my busy mind is burning
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti
Let's get together & make whoopee
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
Cupid shootin' arrows 3 by 3
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti
Forget about the do-re & think about me
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