Překlad: Kočky soundtrack. Tuk-kus-onanista.
[Intro:] My girl tuck in yuh belly, A beg yuh tuck in yuh belly, A weh yuh a go wid dat man, Tuck in yuh side Ha ha [Chorus:] From yuh know yuh belly
Oh baby, why do you bacon fat? Oh baby, why do you bacon fat? Well, I told you what baby I don't go for that Well alright, yeah alright Yeah, oh, bacon
She went away for the holidays Said she's going to L.A. "But she never got there, she never got there She never got there", they say She went away for
Your butt is wide, well mine is too Just watch your mouth or I'll sit on you The word is out, better treat me right 'Cause I'm the king of cellulite Ham
[Verse 1] Get em up motherfucker this is it Hold them up where I can see em I take a small bit Cuz if you make a false move it'll cost ya No need to cry
Chuck Inglish: Yeah And it's fallin off the side like back fat Givin girls rides to the crib not a rat trap Cheese, peanut butter freeze raps I want all
Chip Tha Ripper- Uh-huh. SLAB ENT BOY. Good luckin out, chyeah. Pulled up to the hand-car wash like blao, just the outside my nigga gon' wipe me down.
Fat as I am Who wants to see a diva fat as I am? I get mistaken now for Lainie Kazan How is it that I'm fat as I am? Fat as I am The camera's gonna add
You said, I could have it all You said it to me With your eyes so wide, excited I stop to see what you mean In the drone of afternoon traffic On a slope
Breathe with me Breathe the pressure Come play my game, I'll test ya Psycho-somatic addict-insane Breathe the pressure Come play my game, I'll test ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm the trouble starter, punkin' instigator Oh, I'm the fear addicted, danger illustrated I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter Twisted
I've got a word of thanks, thanks that I'd like to say For the way that I feel, the way that I feel today Got stacks, got stacks Stacks of chips on my
Yo, I used to checkout lyrics and pump the format Build with skill with technique, computer A-dat My lyrical form is clouds on your brainstorm I get hype
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If you believe the western sun Is falling down on everyone If you break it free and the mornings come If you would know your time has come If you believe
Oh my God, that's the funky shit Oh my God, that's the funky shit Hey Hey Hey Oh my God, that's the funky shit Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Oh my God