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mirror on the wall Who's the precious one of all I think that I am sassy I know that I am Mirror mirro on the wall Sassy girl that's what I'm called I think that I am sassy I know that I am I'm sassy Sassy as I wanna Picture perfect poster girl Yeah I'm off the

came to me one sleepless night And took me on a 3-D flight We went to outer space The sky became a movie screen Our bodies moved in and out the galaxy She took my heart into her hand And signed her name with a flame I'm not the same Sweet sassy lady

leta prali cela sa ca kila netrat ja i skalna sery gora huta pary nadsu potu chlube jeijeije latuzene

s a snooty little cutie, she's a burgulous skirt, She's a knockout and a beauty, and a flirt. Such a dapper little flapper, she's just as cute as a train, She's a kissie little missie, a shameless jane, She's slick do do ro ro, She's a classy little lassie, a

I remember, how you loved to turn me on Sweetly so completely, when you sang your sassy song Did you have a lighthouse, Yes, I'm sure indeed you did Where you used to take me, where the family jewels were hid [Chorus:] You said, "Can I, can I, may I, can I, take

been lookin for my old man I can't find him nowhere I think I'll go Chicago And look around over there If I can't find him Go back on the river and sit right down That man keep a worryin' poor me I'm gonna jump overboard and drown My man, he come sit down He come sit down ri

re rolling, you guys Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why am I here? Why am I there? I don't care CARE! Oh, why I'm old Sit back down Sit back down Sit back down 'CAUSE I SAID SO! You're so stupid I would have done anything for you Honey, your reputation i

poli griza, ta fota xamila kai ena dakri sto prosopo kila ki i nixta apopse sta matia mou rogmi pia xeria se aggizoun pio xadi, pio kormi Eisai akoma mia pligi eisai arrostia mou krifi kai se thelo kathe nixta pio poli eisai akoma mia pligi eisai arrostia mou krifi de

Nakso, Mikono Syro kai Folegandro Kriti, Rodo, Ko kai Santorini pano s'ena ditroxo erota s'anazito sti galazia aperantosini Galana oneira se nisia Ellinika I patrida pou agapisa I Ellada pou onireftika pairnei xroma ap' tou Aigaiou ta nera i aga

Carmit Yeah You Think Your Foxy I am Like You all Naughty Shoot, hold this Then show us what you got She showed you what she got Hey Jessy Yeah You Think your sexy Yeah With all them breasties Yeah Now shake 'em like they hot She showed you what she got. Hey Ash

work all day to make a livin' No one needs Your kind of attitude Your sharp tongue It cuts me like a razor Lip service gets you nowhere No, no, no Back talk I don't need it B-B-B-back talk I don't need it No, no, no back talk Don't want to hear it Don't give me no back talk

Chorus:] You wanna handcuff me But yo I don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya) You want my intamacy But yo I don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya) You wanna wall around me I swear I don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya)

m at the mall, i'm cutting school and it's the middle of the day i'm in the spencers, but i'm scoping on the girls over at rave that's when I saw you, with an orange julius in your left hand I walked right up to you and told you I was in a synthpop band. i'l

I'll tell you in Chicago boys, I was broken man Dirty movies, credit cards and bills past due again And that son of mine spit in my face and then I tanned his eye He got a taste of Appalachian pride That sassy son of mine, he was more than I could take I loaded wif

s a sex machine She keeps her engine hot Her motor clean Way she moves across the floor The way she shakes her hips And licks her lips Come on there girl Why don't ya shake that thing Doing the rattlesnake shake Shake, shake, shake Rattlesnake shake

little boy went first day of school He got some crayons and started to draw He put colors all over the paper For colors was what he saw And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man I'm paintin' flowers he said She said... It's not the time for art young man And any

– vi- vicodin, Rum & Coke; Magic pills in my coat Purple weave, purple smoke Pink champagne, down my throat I´m feelin´ like a star but I´m higher than a comet When I´m at the dancefloor All the hoochies want it cuzzz Chorus: I'm snatchin' bitches and your h

this Walk this way, you wanna talk this way Walk this way, you wanna talk this way Walk this way, you wanna talk this way Backstroke lover hiding under cover Still I talked to your daddy he say He said you ain't seen nothing Till you're down on a muffin And I'm

Chorus:] That's my baby (uh uh) Nobody has to know... just keep on da down low Nobody has to know [x2] [Verse 1: Lil Phat] I wanna be yo juvy, buying me coogie, f*** da movies Just give me yo booty, just roll my blunts up make sure dey smoking And pour my dra

- Madagaskar 2 Chunky, chunky, I like 'em big I like 'em chunky I like 'em big I like 'em plumpy I like 'em round With something, something They Like my sound They think I'm funky My name is Moto Moto (Yeah) You say it double Say my name girl Moto Moto Say it

m such a cool girl, I'm such a cool girl You may look at me and think I'm conceited, but I'm really not. I can't help it if I'm super sassy and I'm super hot, People think I'm stuck up when they meet me. I get that a lot, but I just can't swe

language Oh yeah (yeah, yeah) Oh yeah (yeah, yeah) I see what I need to do Yeah (yeah, yeah) Oh yeah (yeah, yeah) I see you watching Tell me is Something you like, like 'Cause I feel you eyes As they undress me No, don't you stop it Love it with ya bad attitude, tude 'Cause

H~) hot tteugeoun yeoreumi joha (O~) oneul bam neutji malgo nawa (T~) tisyeo cheue cheong bajimyeon o.k (L.O.V.E) i i i i don’t care hey come on it’s burning like a summer nan subaeg gaji keolleo nal bomyeon dadeul cheolleong i can’t wait i can’t wait mot chama neol ae

Cause that's just my style (get up) Work work work mm mm, work work work Work work work ah ha, work work work (Work) I get busy (work), good and plenty (Work) I'm just here to work your body (work) (Work) don't you get it (work) I ain't with it (Work) I'

there's a backseat/lover That's always under/cover And I talk til my daddy say Said you ain't seen/nuthin Til you're down on her/muffin And there's sure to be a change in ways Now there's a cheer/leader That's a real big/pleaser As far as I can

lover always hidin' 'neath the covers Till I talked to your daddy he say He said you ain't seen nothin' till you're down on a muffin Then you're sure to be a changin' your ways I met a cheerleader was a real young bleeder Oh the times I could reminisce 'Cause the best things

clap baby 123 clap baby 123 clap baby 123 clap baby 123 clap baby 123 clap baby Oye muchacha Tell me what is going on Ay que te pasa? You listen to my chacha And you can't stop moving I see you grooving all night Big Apple Dancers Show me how you

see me popping glasses in the club, Oh yeah, that's me! And I'm so sassy, Pass my side, Looking fire in the spot Get your money, That's my dough, that's my dough, that's my dough I just wanna go bonkers, go bonkers, go bonkers, go bonkers I am the queen of the knights,

m-money M-I want my money M-m-money M-I want my money M-m-money M-I want my money M-m-money M-I want my money Yo, this is a song about my money You know, cuz I love money and I want my money, WOO You see me popping glasses in the club, Oh yeah, that's me! And I'

you've got to be bout 17 Sporting your daddy truck on 23s You are the finest girl I've ever seen And I wanna be in your world I gotta be I gotta be Can you spend a little time with me Can we kick a little fantasy Can you tell me You with this game I

there's a Backstroke lover always hidin' 'neath the covers "Gonna talk to you" my daddy say Said "You ain't seen nothin' till you're down on a muffin Then you're sure to be a changin' your ways" I met a cheerleader Was a real young bleeder

don't f*** with a nigga like me cause a nigga like me don't f*** around Niggas don't f*** with a nigga like me cause a nigga like me don't f*** around Rump-pump-peh I know you see that no one's competin' ooh that turns me on ooh that tur

now its official Cant back out, cant back out (no) Getting ready for the night of nights The night of nights, alright Dont Panic (Panic!) Now do we have to dress up for the prom? Dude I dont think we have the choice Yeah its the night of all nights Got

like a girl with caked up makeup In the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time Who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand Bites and scratches the blinds But I ain't found one quite right yet So I step with pep to the park or supermarket Her apartment bes

t touch me! Get away from me! Homeboy, you better stop it, keep up you're gonna get it Your mouth is gettin' sassy, don't make me have to hit it Cuz when I heard about you my teeth just gritted You told me that you didn't, but I knew you were with it [CHORUS] Bet you g

Sarah] What we gonna do tonight, What we gettin into tonight What we gonna do tonight What we gettin into tonight [Ness] uh, you know what happens when your girl go out, she pop up a month later up on Girls Gone Wild. Say cheese you on canded camera in your bi

can Walk that walk, Walk that Walk, Walk that, Walk that, Walk that Walk Walk that Walk, Walk that Walk Walk that, Walk that, Walk that Walk Walk that Walk, Walk that Walk Walk that, Walk that, Walk that Walk Walk that Walk, Walk that Walk Walk that, Wa

Watch Me Girl (Can’t Take Your Eyes To Me) Ha You You Don’t Know My Love (You Don’t Know My Love, You Don’t Know My Style) I Got My Eyes on You Listen to My Words (Go By the Name of F.CUZ) Ah Ah! You Can Do it, Kimi no te wo hikiyosete Nigiwau hitonami nukete Nani ka ga ugokidas

Verse 1:] Country Life Front porch livin swiggin wiskey and mescaline Swinging fly swatters catchin trails from that ketamine We on some otha level country like a Muthaf***a As the way I'm living shit they ain't no otha muthaf***a Give me mosquitoes and a moon-lit night Give me

I know, she's so hot right now But look out for that one She'll f*** up your whole life with that little Gucci coochie Ooh ah She grab the mic and go 'da da da da da dan' here I come She like to shake her bum to the drum She a wild one, a young hooligan Yo, she role with the f

Hook:] (Girls) Those that are bourgeois Those that are hoochie Those are usually in Gucci (Girls) Some of them no good Some of them so hood But they all pros at you know what (Girls) Local or overseas They all go crazy over me Don't matter what part of the world Gir

it is folk? This right here is the 16-year-old phenom Chris Breezy Me myself I'm the 23-year-old CEO, who? Young Carter, harder than them other boys I ain't even frontin' baby, I could take a summer off I could break a woman off, I could take the stomach off One of m

Redman:] When she pulled up, I was like wow My name red and I like your style Take my number and put me on file Call me if you ain't freak in a while Yep raghav, let's get it Mushtak let's get it All my people yo let's get it Pass the (oww) so redman can

weaves up, tattoo, weaves up Tattoo, weaves up, tattoo, weaves up Tattoo, weaves up, tattoo, weaves up Tattoo, weaves up, tattoo, weaves up Say, I admit I got a hood bitch fetish Lil' mama got a tat and a ring on her belly I love the way she dance, I love the

kid heard the word up in Brooklyn. It was his second year of medical school. He went and stashed some jeans into his guitar case, His father said, "You're a fool". But the boy jumped on board a Greyhound bus, It took him two days to get to Mobile, And tho

went to the Moped store, said "F*** it" Salesman's like "What up, what's your budget?" And I'm like "Honestly, I don't know nothing about Mopeds" He said "I got the one for you, follow me" Ooh, it's too r

Big Boi] Yeah Its going all the way down Aquemeni Records, Killer Mike, Slimm Calhoun Just because your wearing a Braves' jersey doesn't mean we on the same team you playin' on bitch Cool and Dre on the track, run it [Verse 1: Killer Mike] Since last heard I'm stil

Intro] "You ain't shit man, your story's a joke You should package it with a last smoke and six feet of rope." [Bridge] Stay awake little misfit Her lips wet a very particular mischief Sis' wiggle an index, if your limbs let Or set