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(ellas mcdaniel) 1960. . I'm a road runner honey,. Beep! Beep!. I'm a road runner honey,. And you can't keep up with me,. I'm a road runner honey,. And you can't keep up with me,. Come on, let
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Grew up on the country side of town. Now I'm ballin' under city lights. Grew up on the country side of town. Now I'm ballin' under city lights. King of the south, king of the south, king of the
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. . Ich wei, du reist gerne. Warum schweifst du in die Ferne?. Willkommen I'm Club! - hier findest du Komplietzen. Willkommen I'm Club! - wirklich niemanden mut du sietzen. Willkommen I'm Club!. . Es
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me back there where I belong. How I'd love to be in mammy's arms. When It's Sleepy Time Down South
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. The deepest, darkest place to go. You never get out once they let you in. You never get out once they let you in. You'll be nothing but a club thing What would you say to be paid. To be one of the
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Song Standout - Breakfast Club. This could be my night alright. 'Cause after my request had been fully analyzed. You indicated You might consent to tonight. What a standout. It's complicated. I tell
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roads got me shaking like a drunk. Straight back far away a long ways from here. Just south of nowhere. Static on the radio gave out five miles back. And I'm singing some old Marshalls song just for
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domineering deity. . Chaos rampant. An age of distrust. Confrontations. Impulsive sabbath. . On and on south of heaven. On and on south of heaven. On and on south of heaven. On and on south of heaven
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Bài hát Hatin On The Club (Feat. The-Dream) - Rihanna. Now this will be the last time you did me wrong. No more laying up in your arms. No calling, saying you want me back. I'm packing my bags, what
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night and I got stacks. The club was crunk, jammed packed. Mrs. Bartender what drink is that. T-Pain 'Buy A Drink', playin' in the back Girl, tell me your name again 'cause I forgot. It's way too
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night and I got stacks. The club was crunk, jammed packed. Mrs. Bartender what drink is that. T-Pain 'Buy A Drink', playin' in the back Girl, tell me your name again 'cause I forgot. It's way too
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Song Specialty - Breakfast Club. A wise woman she once told me. She said sonny look into my eyes. 'Cause if You're ever gonna get anywhere at all. You're gonna have to specialize. I thought about
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Intro FKA twigs & The Weeknd. Tears in the club. 'Cause your love's got me * up. Tears in the club (Tears in the club). Verse 1 FKA twigs. I wanna get you out of. My hips, my thighs, my hair, my
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Yeah, 112, Three 6 mafia, 112 I'm in the club drunk as hell with my dawggs 112. I gotta 112 girls I'm tryin' to sell a dream to. So I need to holla at the club owner. And hit him whip out 10
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it get it. Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro. Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas They gon' pimp if you let them. From N. Y. to the Dirty South. And them bitches' dime
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I ride into your town, on a big black Trojan horse. I'm lookin' to have some fun. Some kind of trigger happy intercourse. "Club America salutes you", says the girl on the door. We accept all
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. And this hot little trio plays That's where we meet. That's where we meet. Me and you, rendezvous. In the club at the end of the street Ooh where we meet. Ooh where we meet. Me and you, rendezvous
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chicks looking for love. Watch out, drunk girls in the club Watch out, drunk girls in the club Damn girl, put down your drink. Everybody here knows that your breath stink. And you're fine as hell but