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Banda O Bar

south the better the sex get but thats me sippin on Don P blowin cali's finest, i don't mean palm trees want green? niggas meet me at the bar bitches

I play in a band We're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsey & France. I play one mean guitar & then score at the bar There's a line o'chicks

city, stacking money to the ceiling Rubber bands, twenty grands in my pants, fuck with me! I am Ace to the double O D, and I got to O.D. with all this

his He was a clean-cut kid But they made a killer out of him That's what they did He was on the baseball team He was in the marching band When he was

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom We're a death marching band, Peter Pan off the wagon Entertain but never trust anyone

hood Where you can get murdered for free like can goods I got twelve bar rooms under the Lamb' hood I can bring a Kentucky derby to the damn hood Sunshine diamonds, help me tan good And I'll let it blow like a band

brand new issue, shoot chorus: ooooohhhhh, the celemental evelvation the source of soulful exploration yaaaaah today they crown me, the straight p.i.m.p. the p i'll be back and o

"OUTA-SITE!" He had an Irish Setter It was a singles bar, a Tuesday night The moon was dim, the band was tight They did the bump together What

andara meu amor nessa hora? O, o... Me sentar la na beira do mar E afogar a tristeza Eu vou o, o Me sentar numa mesa de um bar Me embriagar, com certeza