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What up, Tex-Tex-Tex-Tex-Tex? (Don't go) What up, Texas? What up, Tex? (Don't go) What up, Tex-Tex M-O-Y-A-I What up, Texas? What up, Tex? (Don't
Ô, je m'en vas Je m'en vas à la maison Tout seul, je pas connais où c'est Demander pour moi te voir Ô, je m'en vas M'en vas à la maison M
mmè Chi sa chi è ca mo s’arrecrè, tanto so’ccazz’ da’ povera ggent’ Tu m’avvelin’ ma ‘o vveleno è in te! Mammà m’a jitt’ semp’ “chi to’ffa fa” Papà pure
nothing else to say I wish you were not gay Cause I fell in love with you okay? h u m o u r you are joke star I like the way you say your sentences
It's the capital S, oh, yes, I'm fresh, N-double-O-P D-O-double-G-Y, D-O-double-G, ya see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes
It's the capital S, oh, yes, I'm fresh, N-double-O-P D-O-double-G-Y, D-O-double-G, ya see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes
Joint come on, you start whinin' (Always on the run) Streets respond to Mos and Mark Ronson (it's the M-O-P, we gotta) (Always on the run) Brooklyn
O-o oh u-u uh O-o oh m-m mh M-m mh burp M-m mh m-m mh M-m mh m-m mh M-m mh m-m mh M-m mh m-m mh O-o oh Every time guess it's my fault You've been
O-o oh u-u uh O-o oh m-m mh M-m mh burp M-m mh m-m mh M-m mh m-m mh M-m mh m-m mh M-m mh m-m mh O-o oh Every time guess it's my fault You've been
ckwa Ife ina emem Ka ndi mmadu ji amu m amu Imana love gi o Otiwago m obi o This your love baby Omelugo m alu o Cos of you i go fly go cmerica Take you
i mo t aggia ave Tu si l'azzurr ro mar Si o doc e l'amar m tremen e man Famm ancora natu sorris, s'illumin o vis, m'annammor e te Sient o cor batter
Shout out to my people Winning I'm on G-O How I do it? Simple Jesus, no other He gives me p-e-a-c-e-o f-m-i-n-d though Si es necesito Pruebame, get
lemons No sugar at all And You squirt it right into our eyes L E M O N S Sour little boy L E M O N S Fragile masculinity L E M O N S L E M O N S Ahhh L E M
damn sweet of you to look me in the eyes It's alright, I'm O.K. I think God can explain I believe I'm the same I get caried away It's
But Godfather, James Brown said it gots to be funky! [ The Godfather Rock TE ] Well, take O.M.B. with you [ VERSE 1: Ganxta are?dd ] I'm a B.G., too
O.M.B., my brother, bring on the bass There's dollars to be made and posses to waste Pass by the hood to pick up the gat Stop by the studio for the new
It smells like D O O M doom And doom backwards is mood I'm in the mood for you girl (He's in the mood for you girl) In the mood for you girl
sittin' on a nigga white tee Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me) I've been playin' with them M's since nineteen Racks too big so I
a ser indic a lun e po rir Tagg ritt vien cu me pur si nun sacc aro vac O juorn m piac a ser pens chè sbagliat Tagg ritt vien cu me pur si nun sacc
K-A-N-S-A-I, dirty Kansai (dirty Kansai) O-N-L-Y M-Y G-U-Y-S (only my guys) T-E-A-M T-O-M-O-D-A-C-H-I (Team Tomodachi) T-E-A-M T-O-M-O 俺要らない知り合い oh-oh, okay
Ô, je m'en vas Je m'en vas à la maison Tout seul, je pas connais où c'est Demander pour moi te voir Ô, je m'en vas M'en vas à la maison M
Ye ah Valence Roj zer roj roj Mai nderr no Reus Nun hann capit o livell m sà A me nun c sta sconfitt ind o vocabolarij Ij caccij semp hit mai fatt o
Nah you need to get All your shit and go What you mean? You ain't gotta go home But you gotta get The hell up outta here Yeah M-O-B That's the motto
you I lift up my voice to sing oghene doh Because papa ihe a Ina eme ona ato m o You have given us holiday even before we pray If no be you baba I
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