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Paris The Days Of Old

wake up soon before we fold I miss the days of old. Damn...I miss the days of old. Listen...it ain't the same as the days of old.

Stay in the shoot out Yay, lay low naw man my 44 blows Million brake head ma I live lavige I kill a Nigga Quicker to do 20 days like Paris Hilton The

Jewelled with a God-lent grace I was close to coming when she bid adieu Fuelled by heartache rent upon her face there On Mina, obscener Thoughts obsess my days

burn today eh I burn today and as I drank in old Paris she lay her cards just to see what she would see down by the water you'll find your happy days (

leave you lost Like back in the middle age, a dark Paris diet winner The flu virus kill 'em on a substance, for up to two days Your sudden death with

t get it confused But with a mouth that huge, how could she lose? Usher confessed again If Chili wanted a comeback she shoulda made a record then Paris

my Orient Pearl Danced all my sorrows away Paris Opera you called me back Daphnis London Festival The Rite of our Spring Then a Russian Fair with that old

, dream maker Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a (Yeah, now hold that) [Lil' Kim] Now I'm back to my old ways, like in the old days Flirtin

unerring aim And now we can say we were lucky most days And throw a rose into the Seine And now I can say I was lucky most days And throw a rose into