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(ronny scaife, danny hogan). . Cool breeze on the river. Ripples to the shore. Wash away my troubles. To the sea forever more. Wind and willows whisper. Sadness is the sound. Tell the tale of
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There's a front row scarecrow peekin' through Hogan's crops. There's a trans-Am cute thing taking off her t-tops. There's a whole lot of honeys and they make a sweet backdrop. To a sunset banjo tun
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There's a front row scarecrow peekin' through Hogan's crops. There's a trans-Am cute thing taking off her t-tops. There's a whole lot of honeys and they make a sweet backdrop. To a sunset banjo tun
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’bout glass shake, make the place go whoo. Waste (?) line makes my soldier salute. Ima Brooke, hide from ya high heel game. High heels push up ya ass last name. And you neva need in the fast lane eyes
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L B dub, E N T. I just thought, I'd breathe on y'all for a quick second. Matter a fact, lemme holla at chy'all Make girls fall out, lose they mind. Girl fighting over me like Brooke Valentine. I
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,. Like your name Hulk Hogan. Niggas move weight in the South but live in Hoboken. Bitch, I spit that crack, like I'm in that trap. So if you need a hit then I'm with that bat Bitches ain't * and they
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day. Metro PCS trappin' boy. I'm making plays. Fifty shades of grey. Beat that pu--y like Hulk Hogan. I know you know my slogan. If it ain't 'bout guap I'm gone. Niggas hatin' cause. I'm chosen from the
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tennis shoes. But now the game's changed, I'm all about the hustle. Man even hogan knows best, I'm all about the muscle. I'm all about my team, I'm all about my green. I'm 'bout supply and demand, I'm
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(Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the interests of all our people and therefore cannot be
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playin' handball. My style's ill. I slam like Hulk Hogan. Dice Raw bettin' on my arm. Niggaz know my slogan. While I breathe your last breath. Niggaz better watch they step. Fat bull catch wreck Ill
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. Ahead of my time, somebody rewind the clock back. And your boy keep goin', flex on a hater like my name Hulk Hogan. Scared em, Fear Factor, Joe Rogan. You sing to a nigga like yo name Frank Ocean. "Oh
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spend a couple thou' just to bust that open. Rip it off, no jokin'. Like your name Hulk Hogan. Niggas move weight in the South, but live in Hoboken. Bitch, I spit that crack. Like I'm in that trap. So if
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spend a couple thou' just to bust that open. Rip it off, no jokin'. Like your name Hulk Hogan. Niggas move weight in the South, but live in Hoboken. Bitch, I spit that crack. Like I'm in that trap. So if