rather, nah, nah, I don't like that Yo, scratch that one more time (You can do better than that) Rollin' lyrics off the tip of my tongue, swing I swing, swing
I've got the gloves dropped swinging at you had the brass knuckles. The guy that stereotyped that was kinda like a fly. Then when you quit, you be talkin
on, two rings Six carats a piece plus the chain swing Like anchors on ships flooded wit' all diamond chips Back pockets, two clips, four-fifths wit' rubber grips Layin', two bottles of brass
get right And match ya panties with ya bras, get ya shit together Come get your hair and nails done, get ya shit together Hey, I'm off the scene with Louis the 13th Chains swing
gangsters, soyez voyous Maintenant battez-vous Toi mon tout, mon loubard Tu serais mon lascar superstar J?ai tellement besoin d?amour De tes bras, de
(Tom Petty, Mike Campbell and Jeff Lynne) Your daddy was a Sgt. Major You didn't wanna but he made you Wipe his brass from time to time It left a picture
(talking) Brass knuckle knife, Mafia me and my family Jail, hell or paradise, am I my brother's keeper Forever twice, what's none of the dark will Come
You gotta love him!) It's Chorus: J.R., Jimmy Recard! Raise your glass for the king of the bar It?s J.R., Jimmy Recard! Women swinging their bras, ladies swinging
carats a piece plus the chain swing Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips Layin, two bottles of brass
like a Bosnian Serb A-drift I means a-draft I means I riff I means I raff Rap's ca-tas-trophe, don't want no brass tro-phy So okey-dokey folks, most provoke
feminine, au look androgyne, Ce soir-la, Nue dans la vitrine, m?attire et me fascine, Et voila. Et je l?imagine, comme une heroine Dans mes bras.
Dans c'bizz j'ecrase, et a merde a qui tomb'ras C'est une arme mon putain d'mic, c'est le prolongement d'mon bras C'est en bas qu'j'me puise avant le
favored me Those were years of crinoline slips And cotton skirts and swinging hips And dangerously painted lips And stars of stage and screen Pedal pushers, ankle socks Padded bras
close to letting go But something wouldn't let me even though I hardly knew you It was plain to see we were meant to lock lips You knock me out with the brass
Letting Go But Something Wouldn't Let Me Even Though I Hardly Knew You It Was Plain To See We Were Meant To Lock Lips You Knock Me Out With The Brass
looking flash on your brand new bike And the nights still young run through your servo leave with pockets filled with porn but do I look concerned... no, Turbo wordflow "gotta show me the party bras
[Kon Artis] You wont last long like weed in brass bongs Just another fag on sum sad bitch ass songs I shine sober cuz Bugz is a soldier Beat that ass
have to crush ya Knock you down like a gust of wind if fists touch ya Cause I always stay on my grind like Chad Muska Take that suckas, hit em with brass