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Las Fashion

del area de la Baia.. esto es puro Aliado de la Sierra compa.. como gueso pariente... uaaa Les gusta mucho se fashion asi como tu las ves, con pura

I'm an angel with broken wings Who's poisoning the night With love, from me to you I'm having an episode Do you want a small bit part I think you might

Old-fashioned people, they never know why, The world is changing day to day, It moves so fast and leaves them in another time; An old-fashioned dancer

Radio's a public toilet A funeral for a friend Wash your mouth out then puke And wash it out again Scores for porn in short Is audio intercourse A stereophonic

me I put her on her back And sewed diamonds into her eyes She can see me better now And I can love her again So easily you fashion the words crime

Imagine Ghana like California with Sunset Boulevard Johannesburg would be Miami, Somalia like New York With the most pretty light, the nuffest pretty car Ever New Year the African Times Square lock-off Imagine Lagos like Las

says it The pimp and the gimp And the guy with the limp says Babe, I'm on fire Babe, I'm on fire The blind piano tuner says it The las vegas crooner

mi no me gusta esta vaina y yo uso la musica para unificar y no, para apunalar por la espalda, pues ahora me he vendido y voy de fashion y voy de guay

the bar, ask your lawyer Likwid, pour it on y'all from California Programmers, spray this on your play list If rap was hard liquor I'd be 'Leaving Las