Little Indian girl, where is your mama? Little Indian girl, where is your papa? He's fighting in the war in the streets of Masaya All the children
Little Indian girl, where is your mama? Little Indian girl, where is your papa? He's fighting in the war in the streets of Masaya All the children were
Traduzione: Rolling Stones. Indian Girl.
: Little Indian girl, where is your mama? Little Indian girl, where is your papa? He's fighting in the war in the streets of Masaya All the children
Give birth to rhymes to meet beats and then I'll marry em off have a divorce if the track is wack (Please) My rhymes a rolling stone home is where the
[Verse 1] Chino, name in Indian: Murdering bear Come fuck with me I put shotgun shells in your ear Out of fear they've destroyed my carrier Have nothing
I'm not who you think I am I know who I am I'm not who you think I am I know who I am I'm not who you think I am I know who I am I'm rock I'm roll
the night Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone
Mama always told me not to look into the eye's of the sun But mama, that's where the fun is Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher
told me not to look into the eye's of the sun But mama, that's where the fun is Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from
