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don't speak our language. They say we're too savage. No, no we don't need them anymore. We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall. We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall. They don't speak our language
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he love. Cause no savage can be trusted no no no riding lambos, hitting bandos yeah yeah trappin and hustle, trouble trouble. Don’t go flexing boy you’ll get trouble. Pre. Oh, bad boy messing with the
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Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love. Pale moon is casting shadows from above. Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat. Within me, there grows a rhythmic, savage beat. . Chorus. Love
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Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love. Pale moon is casting shadows from above. Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat. Within me, there grows a rhythmic, savage beat. . Chorus. Love
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Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love. Pale moon is casting shadows from above. Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat. Within me, there grows a rhythmic, savage beat Love is everywhere
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, they don't speak our language. They say we're too savage, yeah. No, no we don't give a anymore. We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall. We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall. They don't speak our
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cultured views. Toasting the news. All cover when Jesus was sold, today. Manifest in lavish. God wants him to have this. And without a doubt, believe his. Ends a noble so the savage means. Are, deleted from
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, them bitches is the baddest, uh, uh. When I take the molly, I'm a savage. Uh, I say, uh. I don't need no molly to be savage, uh. When I'm on that molly, I feel savage, uh uh. She the definition of a bad
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. Oooh. Just can't believe this man. (Metro Boomin want some more nigga). Somebody said they saw you. The person you were kissing wasn't me. And I would never ask you, I just kept it to myself. I don'
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Bài hát I Knew I Loved You - Savage Garden. Hmm ohh, I will come. Maybe it's intuition. Somethings you just don't question. Like in your eyes, I see my future in an instant. And there it goes, I
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She's taking her time making up the reasons. To justify all the hurt inside. Guess she knows from the smiles and the look in their eyes. Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one. They're saying. M
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