Questa notte io so che sei tu il tuo respiro col caldo arriva fino a quassu ogni volta mi perdo nella mia gelosia ma e soltanto il momento per andare
avais un crouton J? le distribuerais aux pigeons Ah si j?avais un million Ca s? rait bien je f? rais des dons C?est quand, c?est quand Que je serai blonde
la I know your kind of girl You only care about one thing Who you've seen, or where you've been Who's got money I see that look in your eyes It tells a million
] Hoe ass hoes, we stomp those hoes How the fuck you gonna step to Dark Carnival juggalos? Creators of the wicked, night breeders No little bitch faggots with blonde
Do Oil Me Up Quick Miss Daisy Before I'm Lubing Up Your Tailpipe Or The Bedposts Will Be A Knocking And A Knocking Til The Break Of Light Raised And Dazed In A Million
chunk With his cheese in the cash They're all gonna be there At that million dollar bash Ooh, baby, ooh-ee Ooh, baby, ooh-ee It's that million dollar
Kissing you already, Matty seen with blonde Show guru buys hammer movies and goes on (Farewell) close to tears at the final curtain (Woops) God [? ] already, adverse [? ] find Matty One million
Test.. [CAGE] You wanna kill me nigga? All the way live, we bring to you to host the annual drowning, in Lake Michigan.. [CAGE] I heard some blonde
stay arguing bout nonsense Would they treat me as good as Hugh Heffner if I had a mansion full of blonde chicks? If adultery was a felony, then Clinton
as one lumbers with prenatal language. Manage a coarse throaty mumble to convey how this earth crumbles. I tumble, close to where I've been a million
d'ja une heure, j'vous abandonne mes freres Pour rire, hagard, et aux piliers d'comptoir Meme le flipper est sature d'vos reves Et claqu'rait pas pour un million
I smear my eyes with last nights make-up Walk out the door for another day Another day in the life In the life of me In the life of me I've been blond
stuff off the horse And added to your dimension To fool a lot of brothers out there [Chorus x2:] Bald-headed girl Bald-headed girl Bald-headed girl For me [Verse one:] There are nine million
these rhymes are fourteen karat, solid gold! Rappers tryna step to me, you get your wallet stole... (Times Square.) In Times Square! - I got blonde hair
neck driving me bezerk I'm tired of using plastic silverware Tired of working in Building Square Tired of not being a millionaire But if I had a million
it Last year I was nobody This year I'm sellin records Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em somethin Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million
