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Ouh ouh ouh,. Si j'ai de quoi, affirmatif, et quoi d'autre, no comment. Si je baise, affirmatif, quoi des noms, no comment. Des salopes, affirmatif, des actrices, no comment,. Des gamines affirmat
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* phenomenon. Drop. This ain't what you want, bitch, I'm a * phenomenon. Post-Drop Dax. (I'm a phenomenon). (I'm a phenomenon). (I'm a phenomenon). Verse 2 Dax. It's Dax!. Yeah, you better
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Riders on the storm. Riders on the storm. Into this house we're born. Into this world we're thrown. Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan. Riders on the storm There's a killer on the
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ragged sky and up the cloudy draw Yippie yi yay, yippie yi ooh. Ghost Riders in the sky. Yippie yi yay, yippie yi ooh. Ghost Riders in the sky Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made
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Bài hát (Ghost) Riders In The Sky (Live) - Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson. An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day. Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way. When all at once a mighty
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thundered through the sky . For he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry . Yippie yi yaaaaay . Yippie yi Ohhhhh . Ghost Riders in the sky . Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred
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ragged sky and up the cloudy draw Yippie yi yay, yippie yi ooh. Ghost Riders in the sky. Yippie yi yay, yippie yi ooh. Ghost Riders in the sky Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made
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Artist Hot Boys f/ Baby. Album Let 'Em Burn. Song Young Riders Baby. Off top, peep this lil' four youngstas out. Watch how they lay it down Juvenile. Say baby, hand me the chopper, let me cuttin
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they thundered through the sky. For he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry. . Yippie yi ooohhh. Yippie yi yaaaay. . Ghost Riders in the sky. . Their faces gaunt, their eyes
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Riders on the storm. Riders on the storm. Into this house we're born. Into this world we're thrown. Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan. Riders on the storm There's a killer on the
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Riders on the storm. Riders on the storm. Into this house we're born. Into this world we're thrown. Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan. Riders on the storm There's a killer on the
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drop, maintainin' that bump in yo' trunk. Affiliated with us so you know it's gon' bump We nation riders, we lead the resident. Verbal assasinators and dog is the president. First round draft picks
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