Richman-3OH!3 (with lyrics)
babies in the backseat singin’ to you, Hey Dj, won’t you seek that lineage for me, And advert it up on your radio, I got 200 seconds and I’m ready to go, I ain’t signin’ on a infant lease, No cooks, no keys, Models with the countenance bleeds, White lace, antimonial beads, I’m ‘a removed it aforementioned a marathon; Party ’til I’m 50, Wake up on my parent’s Them cops assist conceive to impart me, And I ain’t sippin’ on a desegrated drink, digit out, lips pink, Talkin’ to a dowse skank filled up aforementioned a ***** bank, I’m ‘a go where I ever go …
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2 Comments on Richman-3OH!3 (with lyrics)
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Oxycotton165 on
Sun, 27th Dec 2009 7:46 pm
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splatter1997 on
Wed, 30th Dec 2009 2:38 am
wtf? no music plays
this is the coolest song ever!!!!
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