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des risques ? tu veux faire du cash Faire dans l'illicite, avoir de grosses liasses Mais pour faire des millions c'est d'plus en plus dur Salade tomates
des risques ? tu veux faire du cash Faire dans l'illicite, avoir de grosses liasses Mais pour faire des millions c'est de plus en plus dur Salade tomates
Ta mere t'a donne comme prenom Salade de fruits, ah! quel joli nom Au nom de tes ancetres hawaiens Il faut reconnaitre que tu le portes bien Salade de
Ma s?ur est nee dans une salade Mon pere cultive la panade Moi je grandis en m'enervant Les genoux niques evidemment Mais comprenne qui voudra Manger
we have a plant that grows out in the woods and the fields, and it looks something like a turnip green. Everybody calls it Polk salad. Now that's Polk salad
grows out in the woods, And in the field Grows up the long side on the rocks In the trees And everybody calls it polk salad That's polk salad And I used
ca ! Fais tourner la beuh man... Laisse moi tirer une latte sur ce morceau de salade. Fais tourner la beuh man... Laisse moi tirer une latte sur ce morceau de salade
, Red bull (la salade , la salade) (X3) Ton pylon c'est dla frappe que si il est gras et qui fait d bulles Vodka , Red bull (la salade , la salade) (
(Brooker / Reid) You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.' You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that
the pull in the rat Traps trap You're a rock and salad roll Born to lose control Now you remind me Ah stubbin' my toe Oooh You're a rock and salad
Think of salad days They were folly and fun They were good, they were young
You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.' You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that I can not see
(brooker / reid) You come to me at midnight and say, 'it's dark in here.' You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that
me back White corpses turn to black I run on psychic gasoline, my fuel shall burn you all Chorus: Word Salad, no ballad Word Salad, no ballad Diabolic
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Oh, I just found out, I've been tripping on the shadows of my doubts If you backed them up, the way we're taught to hide A rage that's ripping at me from
