I'm the best you'll ever have You're the best I'll never have Pain Gone Rain Stop Sun Shine You're Mine Here kitty kitty kitty MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY
the light until we turn it off all bad dogs go to doggy hell all bad cats go to kitty hell goodbye my friends, i wish you well all bad dogs go to doggy
I'm the best you'll ever have You're the best I'll never have Pain... Gone. Rain... Stop. Sun... Shine. You're... Mine. Here kitty kitty kitty MOMMY
Tłumaczenie: Dillinger Escape Plan. Kiedy dobre psy robić złe rzeczy.
Tłumaczenie: Ozma. Bad Dogs.
Tłumaczenie: The Truth About Cats Psy soundtrack. Bad Idea [Ben Folds Five].
the light until we turn it off All bad dogs go to doggy hell All bad cats go to kitty hell Goodbye my friends, i wish you well All bad dogs go to doggy
see the light until we turn it off All bad dogs go to doggy hell All bad cats go to kitty hell Goodbye my friends, i wish you well All bad dogs go to
my room, knowin' that it could happen I'm just tryin' to maintain because the future is untold Till the static unfolds that the good die young Please, God, let a bad
wit your fit in, and welcome to my world Fancy cars, yachts 'n pools Basketball courts that's made for high schools Backyard full of dogs, got a pawn full of fish But a bad
nigga, who needs you? Huh, you got your dirty ass feet on my couch And smokin' motherfuckin' weed in my house Is you sick yo? I want you to get him and your dogs
you're fired, your girlfriend hired But if you don't mind I'ma keep you on call We above the law, we don't give a fuck 'bout y'all I got dogs that'll
of that brown paper bag money You *** really wanna talk money? *** real, that's all I can tell 'em Just wrap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em,
without make-up You still bad as hell. I'mma grab you waist, then, I'mma grab your face, and, Then, I'mma taste it. Then, I'mma blaze it. Hello all my bad
dirty little boys That think that the girls were only made for toys Ooh, boys Boys are so immature They rarely turn to men But then again all men are dogs, "woof" All men are dogs
She ain't nothin but a work for my ginseng Someone I would use to buss mi backspring She woulda be numba one at the badda bing Bad man nah go badda wid
