cueillir les haricots Mais ces courbettes hypocrites Precedent la main du bourreau Qui les jetant dans la marmite Met a bouillir les haricots Et lorsque vient leur derniere heure Ont les
Ass on the ground La bouche clouee, Mouth nailed shut Les yeux defaits, Eyes undone Avec les oreilles decollees
mieux cueillir les haricots Mais ces courbettes hypocrites Precedent la main du bourreau Qui les jetant dans la marmite Met a bouillir les haricots Et lorsque vient leur derniere heure Ont les
ville Et le vent nous glacait le dos Et tout le monde avait compris Qu'c'etait la fin des haricots On s'enfermait comme des debiles Et on rallumait les
"I don't like you And I'm gonna beat you up No! No! No! No! No John! I'm telling my mom! Aaahh beating..." Beans, beans, beans Jessie ate some beans He
Beans, beans, beans Daddy ate some beans He was happy, happy, happy And he ate some beans Naked, naked, naked Sitting cross-legged Naked, naked, naked
If you're troubled and you can't relax Close your eyes and think of this If the rumors floating in your head all turn to facts Close your eyes and think
[Intro:] They don't paint pictures, they just trace me [Verse 1:] Odd Future, I'm your muthafuckin' sergeant Nigga, I'm in charge, I fuck with Freshjive
Beans and Cornbread Beans and Cornbread had a fight Beans knocked Cornbread out of sight Cornbread said, "Now that's alright Meet me on the corner tomorrow
This time last year there sure was A lot of sad faces around this old house Our papa died without fulfillin' his life's dream Of producing one of the
I don't like you And I'm gonna beat you up Beans, beans, beans Jessie had some beans He was happy, happy, happy And there he ate some beans Sitting
Once upon a time, there lived a boy named Bert. One day Bert traded the family bicycle for a bag of magic beans. But Bert's buddy, Ernie, looked in
[Brak] Here's a lovely song about my favorite food Lima, lento, soy, and pinto Navy, northern, and garbanzo Kidneys and frijoles negros I love beans I
CHORUS Sister, soak the beans I'll be comin Home to Chop the Onion Mama, light the stove It'll take a while for the cornbread to get done I'll be comin
Sister, soak the beans I'll be comin Home to Chop the Onion Mama, light the stove It'll take a while for the cornbread to get done I'll be comin' home
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