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R. Kelly feat. Ace Hood & DJ Khaled - It's On. R. Kelly feat. Ace Hood & DJ Khaled - It's On
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R. Kelly feat. Ace Hood & DJ Khaled - It's On. R. Kelly feat. Ace Hood & DJ Khaled - It's On
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They come from the cities. And they come from the smaller towns. Beat up cars with guitars and drummers. Goin crack boom bam. . Chorus. R. O. C. K. In the U. S. A. R. O. C. K. In the
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Three it's a magic number. Yes it is, it's a magic number. Because two times three is six. And three times six is eighteen. And the eighteenth letter in the alphabet is R. We've got three R's
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Song U. n. i. v. e. r. s. al - Les Wampas. U un duo avec Cali. N navré ça n'm'intéresse pas. I imagination zéro. V variété academy. E émotion dans les chaussettes. R rien à foutre et rien à battre. S
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(K'Naan). Ever wondered about the hurricane?. Ever see the anger in the rain, false. I think it's just the world crying for. Asking what the hell we dying for. But here's Lloyd, R. Kelly, miss
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Bài hát Let's Be Real Now - R. Kelly, Tinashe. Intro R. Kelly. I don't know if I'ma be able to give you what you want. Verse 1 R. Kelly. No disrespect to the things that you want girl but you
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. And I know he lied. When he says he wants you to be his bride. Therse no telling you Sharon cos' god knows I've tried. And what hurts me Sharon , You don't know why , You don't know why S. H. A. R. O
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A yo R. Kelly. What's up man. You been spending a lot of time with this girl man. I don't know man. She just got that vibe you know what I'm saying. Aight tell em the script. Aight bet Vibe
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Featuring Ludacris Hook Big K. R. I. T. What you mean you ain't nasty. Why the * you came. Why the * you came. Why, Why the * you came. What you mean you ain't nasty. Why the * you
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When A Woman's Fed Up Lyrics. Artist(Band) R. Kelly. I'm standing here looking in the mirror. Saying "damn" to myself. I should have known the day would come. That she would find somebody else. And
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When A Woman's Fed Up Lyrics. Artist(Band) R. Kelly. I'm standing here looking in the mirror. Saying "damn" to myself. I should have known the day would come. That she would find somebody else. And
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do to me. Big K. R. I. T. I'm down to go to war for this love we got. Fight on the field of light. Fly above all the shots that haters take. Why break formation, we own the path. This * ain't
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you hear R. Kell say Playa's only, where them chicks be jerkin' their bodies. Up in the club where they get real naughty. Take 'em from here to the private party. Where there ain't nothing but
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R. Kelly feat. Ace Hood & DJ Khaled - It's On. R. Kelly feat. Ace Hood & DJ Khaled - It's On
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R. Kelly feat. Ace Hood & DJ Khaled - It's On. R. Kelly feat. Ace Hood & DJ Khaled - It's On
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R. Kelly feat. Ace Hood & DJ Khaled - It's On. R. Kelly feat. Ace Hood & DJ Khaled - It's On
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R. Kelly feat. Ace Hood & DJ Khaled - It's On. R. Kelly feat. Ace Hood & DJ Khaled - It's On
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Featuring Ludacris Hook Big K. R. I. T. What you mean you ain't nasty. Why the * you came. Why the * you came. Why, Why the * you came. What you mean you ain't nasty. Why the * you
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tiC. R. U. S. H. arCiara. alThe Evolution. C. R. U. S. H. Ciara. The Evolution. BY ^_^. You know, it’s been a while since I felt like this. The last time was high school. But this feeling I
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out when I grip it. I represent for that D A T and ace the whole, I feel tippin'. I chunk the dudes when I'm flippin', for my city I pull on. R I P to the pimp, it's U G K for life and I'm gone When
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Song G. r. i. t. s. - Brantley Gilbert. I had a buddy come down 'round last July. Caught me when he crossed the Mason Dixon line. Said he was headed down south and lookin' for a real good time. I
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me. Well, that's cool. I got shows, getting money I can barely fold. 'Cause that's what I do And ain't nobody gon' pimp K-R-I-T. Yeah, that's how I feel. And them diamond niggas always rhyming
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Dirty rotten filthy stinking rich. Oh oh yeah Italian cars as long as my street. I'm gonna wear exotic animals on my feet. Pretty rocks on my fingers, pretty bells on my toes. Lots of caviar for m
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{Uhh, that was creepy. I would rather slurp rancid tuna salad out of my own ass. Or scour my boobies off with a rusty S O S pad. Or hump a piece of splintered balsa wood}
