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Johnny l. Redimi2 El equipo invencible Sandy nlb Dile Y dice así Oh señor hoy venimos ante ti para darte honor Porque solo en ti esta la pura
a lába, gyönyörű neki a szája, be kell oltsam, hogy ő legyen L. L. babája! Oda dzsalok hozzá és azt mondom: (figyelj csak) Refr. Szép lány vagy,
a HOP-ig, Mert L. L. Töretlenül halad a TOP-ig. Ez van G, itt a vér meg az íz, Te meg semmi másnak, csak játékosnak hívj, Én nem az vagyok, akit az
a HOP-ig, Mert L. L. Töretlenül halad a TOP-ig. Ez van G, itt a vér meg az íz, Te meg semmi másnak, csak játékosnak hívj, Én nem az vagyok, akit az
on down and get your ass pinched And if you talk shit get your ass lynched Cus I'm the B. the I. the T. the C. the H. The K. the I. the L. the L.the A.
I drop the L. when I'm skiing I'm smoking and peaking I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend Can't stop the mind-fuck when it's
Father Coughlin, wearin' the silver chain Cash on his stomach and Hitler on the brain In Washington, Washington Mister John L. Lewis would sit
your favorite, rapper Believe it or not L U L L U L. I'm Gone!!
[L. Hoffsten / L. Hoffsten - L. Larson] Many roads have eaten my shoes on may way looking for you I think my search has come to an end so why not
uns aufgeschaut Vielleicht kennt ihr uns noch, von uns habt ihr euren Style geklaut Toni L. Im Anzug und Torch in Ledermontur Wir glaubten so stark
Where you think he got it from? P-L-O (P-L-O) Lights be so melodic at the P-L-O (P-L-O) P-L-O (P-L-O) P-L-O (P-L-O) They'll be a buncha killers
[spoken words, L. Johnson] The days are lonely, and the nights is so blue. The days are lonely, the nights seem so blue. I would be so glad if I, had
(R. L. Burnside) (Thunderhead Hawkins) (Yeah) I don't know, but I have been around Tell me them women, shake 'em on down Yes, I'm goin', down
you see Starlight open wide, Andy's Cecil B. DeMille Come on L. A. give us a call We've got superstars who talk, they'll do anything at all Ingrid,
A troupe of strolling players are we, not stars like L. B. Mayer's are we, But just a simple band who roams about the land, Dispensing plentyof
L. Coleman/N. Gimbel Come closer, my love, and you'll hear my tale. It'll make you cold. It'll turn you pale. It's a tale of a man's never ending
A troupe of strolling players are we, not stars like L. B. Mayer's are we, But just a simple band who roams about the land, Dispensing plentyof
rings, "we made another million" Break out the Dom and pop the corks I catch a flight to New York Hit the L. Q., watch RED spin, "it's closed" Brooklyn
you see Starlight open wide, Andy's Cecil B. DeMille Come on L. A. give us a call We've got superstars who talk, they'll do anything at all Ingrid,
Well, I'm a man who lives in the city. I'm a man who lives in the street. From F. L. A. up to Frisco bay and ev'rywhere in between. Well, coast
to swim... Learn to swim... Learn to swim... Fuck L. Ron Hubbard And fuck all his clones Fuck all these gun-toting Hip gangster wanna-bes Learn to swim...
affaires (gamberge) Plus de mala, tu t'es retrouvé à terre (mala) Maintenant, malade, tu grattes des blondes à l'after Oh, oh (ouh), donne-nous le go, oh
I ’ m n o t a s h a m e d t o w a l k d o w n a n o t h e r w a y T u r n m e a w a y i d o n ’ t c a r e a n y w a y M y g o l d e n c a g e I l e f
L'arbre est dans ses feuiiiiiilllles Marilonnn Marilééééé L'arbre est dans ses feuiiiiiilllles Marilonnn Donnnnn Dééééé Dans l'arbre ya une ptite
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