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P. Diddy. . The year 1987 star is born. The place Harlum that's were we from the home of hustlersand money makers his name Loon it's your. Turn now kid show em what you got young party and
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Song Try - P!nk. Ever wonder about what he's doing. How it all turned to lies. Sometimes I think that it's better to never ask why. Where there is desire. There is gonna be a flame. Where there is a
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a real big kid 'cause we do it real big Flow so hot, VVS diamonds in my big big watch. You know I got it on lock. Keep a chick on my arm more than the watch. She started looking at my finger maybe
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Chorus. I don't know what SHE heard about me. But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me. No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see. That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P. Repeat. Verse 1. Now shorty, she in the
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a man in the front row. Sent down by the mob with a gun. For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm back out on the street. 'Kid Gloves', the master to the beat. 'Kid Gloves', I'll do anything but dive
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Song True Love (Commentary) . Singer P!nk, Lily Allen.
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, your voices rough. Then you learn the lesson. That it's cool to be so tough Handle with kid gloves. Handle with kid gloves. Then you learn the lessons. Taught in school won't be enough Put on your
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, your voices rough. Then you learn the lesson. That it's cool to be so tough Handle with kid gloves. Handle with kid gloves. Then you learn the lessons. Taught in school won't be enough Put on your
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Styles P. Somethin 'bout you, I don't know, HA HA~!. Yeah. Rashad (Styles P). Heyyyy-yayyyyy. You're the one (yeah). You're the one, yeahhhh (that's what it feels like). You're my favorite
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He had eyes of the poor wild and hungry. Stood outside of the store shy and clumsy. Saw an electric guitar he got hooked from the start. That's what it did. To the back street kid It's a
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What's this a-here goin all around town. The people they say they're gonna put the kid down. Oh no. Oh look at what you did. You can call it what you want to. I call it messin' with the kid
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you lose it. *** AK's and go and make the news kid. Might lose control, but not my soul. Won't sell for the white man to buy me some white gold. Sell for the black man, to buy me control. P, Tek
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