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[Chorus: Bruno Mars] You shot me through the heart staring in your eyes So I might die a happy man today Just empty out your barrel girl It's alright
You shot me through the heart staring in your eyes So I might die a happy man today Just empty out your barrel Girl, it's alright Click clack away Click
"I'm the minstrel man, the cleaning man The pole man, the shoeshine man I'm a nigger man, watch me dance I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen Evil
Try this: Out on the board the old shearer stands Grasping his shears in his long bony hands Fixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied "joe" Glory if he
[ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh] I am patient, waiting on you to get dressed girl[yeah], I'm gonna sit here, while you put your face on, playin with your
I am patiently awaitin' on you to get dressed girl, yeah I'm gonna sit here while you put your face on Playin? with your makeup, oh Damn you look so
Click, click, click, flash (You, you, you beautiful, baby) Click, click, click, flash (You, you, you beautiful, baby) I know you probably think a girl
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't trying to
Twenty-seven times I paint the city in lights, now I changed my mind I was living fast, now I'm running on empty And I feel, yeah, I feel You're gonna
[Dr. Dre] I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah *repeat 2X* Yeah, yeah, come on [LL Cool J
(Intro-J and Shaggy) I choke (nope) Hold up. Aight, listen. (Fucking go!) I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it! (Noo!) Cause I'm sick like
Yeah, yo, check it Turn me up a little bit on the mic I flip shit for gang bang niggaz I talk shit for insane niggaz I got a clip for you strange niggaz
I'm in the clique, I'm in the clique I'm really slick, I know every trick And I can get a chick, 'cause I'm in the clique Get your greasy hands off the
Quiero un zoom anatomico Quiero el fin del secreto Entre tus labios de plata Y mi acero inolvidable Quiero un loop (Loop) Protagonico Pruebame y veras
On those Saturdays, when kids go out and play, yo I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze, wasn't faded, not jaded, just a kid with a pad and pen
(Jan Ince / Phil Palmer) Business and pleasure Keeping you up, Hunting for treasure You can't dig enough, Growing but losing Staying up late, All the