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Council estates or tower blocks. Wherever you live you get the knocks. But the people round here they are so nice. Stop being naughty take our advice Hersham boys, Hersham boys. Lace up boots and
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. Livin' in sin. And you can sell it off for half the price Oh, what would your mother say? We take to get along. We're holdin' on, we're holdin' on. And all these estates we're on. Everyone's singin
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. Livin' in sin. And you can sell it off for half the price Oh, what would your mother say? We take to get along. We're holdin' on, we're holdin' on. And all these estates we're on. Everyone's singin
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The towers of London, these crumbling rocks. Reality estates that the hero's got. And every hour's marked by the chime of a clock. And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds?. You can piss
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your best. And then you get you some rest. There's tomorrow is a new working day Some guys fear Capital Gains Tax. Some people more then get by. Watching through gates from their seaside estates
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ever, enough to sink a boat. Chris Brown - Hook. Verse 2 - Fat Joe (Chris Brown). Never hesitate, purchasing in every state. Transported in foreign cars to large estates. (So believe me, you know you
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item there to choose. All my love came by letter Suffocating in suburbia. The new estates build claustrophobia. (Inaudible). That's enough, that's enough, that's enough Well, nobody hurts you and
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acres estates, a young nigga made it. Came from the hood, ain't nothing changed. Still lemon pepper on my motherfucking wings I just wanna be the one. I just wanna be the one you love. I just wanna be
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acres estates, a young nigga made it. Came from the hood, ain't nothing changed. Still lemon pepper on my motherfucking wings I just wanna be the one. I just wanna be the one you love. I just wanna be
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acres estates, a young nigga made it. Came from the hood, ain't nothing changed. Still lemon pepper on my motherfucking wings I just wanna be the one. I just wanna be the one you love. I just wanna be
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, Nas relate, fly estates. Fine wines and diamonds, crembole on da plate. And yall girls relate so put yo hands up. And what, tell the mutha fucka to man up You's a grown' ass man. Dawg you can't even
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with the gat bustin' caps across the map. Yo the crew's back royalties and ASCAP, yeah. I'm six two fat went with the chrome shoe. Diamond and jewels estates with the swimmin' pools And the sauna
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acres estates, a young nigga made it. Came from the hood, ain't nothing changed. Still lemon pepper on my motherfucking wings I just wanna be the one. I just wanna be the one you love. I just wanna be
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with the gat bustin' caps across the map. Yo the crew's back royalties and ASCAP, yeah. I'm six two fat went with the chrome shoe. Diamond and jewels estates with the swimmin' pools And the sauna
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souls" Preacher preachin' love like vengeance. Preachin' love like hate, callin' for large donations. Promisin' estates, rollin' lawns an' angel bands. Behind the pearly gates, you know, he will have
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. There's a lot of hostility near my gates. We used 2 fight wid kids 4rm other estates. Now 8 millimetres settle debates. Looks like I'm loosin sight. Coz I'm lookin at the future, it ain't right. So I
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in the realest state. I got real estates in different states, go figure. 'Cause I ain't singin' "You'se a Gold Digger". But bitch, you ain't fuckin' with no broke niggaz That's why I ride, ain't you
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The towers of London, these crumbling rocks. Reality estates that the hero's got. And every hour's marked by the chime of a clock. And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds?. You can piss
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The towers of London, these crumbling rocks. Reality estates that the hero's got. And every hour's marked by the chime of a clock. And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds?. You can piss
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* was yelling "rape". So the vocal cords were swelling. And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spelling's face. Still they swarm the gates and my fancy estates. To greet Norman Bates with a
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* was yelling "rape". So the vocal cords were swelling. And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spelling's face. Still they swarm the gates and my fancy estates. To greet Norman Bates with a
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very straight. Her oral *** is very wet. My *** so great she gainin' weight. I cook a cake, she cook a steak. We three estates, you Section 8. Stay out her face, she hardly date. She fuckin' Gucci
