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David Mack

My dream sonata is the music I hear Each night when all the world is deep in slumber And in my dreams, my darling, you appear. While the music's playing

Traducció: David Mack. Em provoquen.

, Limp, Korn, The Stones David Allen Coe and no show Jones Pass that bottle around, got the rock from Detroit Soul from Motown the underground stoned fuckin' pimp With tracks that mack

' up hope, nope, know what I wrote I'ma saver spectator educator entertainer You wanna ask me, can't be now or later I'm a rough rugged person, been that way from the start Darryl Mack

mens department pants, shirt, scarf, phone if you check it get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section fur for fur baby, baby you'll go stir crazy got that david

cause I, got the curse of Mulah (The curse, the curse) Make me wanna start scrappin' and look at me to make it happen What the fuck was they doin' before Mack

Hahaha, aight rock your shit homie (c'mon) [Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone] Ooh, I guess they don't know (know) I'm finna call up David and we marchin on them

[Intro] It's gon' be aight though (ohh) This one's for you, yeah! Cadillacs on 22s... Pimp my voice and mack these beats.. Pray to the to the lord for

I give myself very good advice But I very seldom follow it That explains the trouble that I'm always in Be patient, is very good advice But the waiting