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 1. Pink
 2. Weezer
 3. Faith Hill
 4. Gustavo Cerati
 5. Adele
 6. Future
 7. Lil Wayne
 8. The Cast Of Cheers
 9. Johnny Cash
 10. Miyavi
 
 1. 21 by Adele
 2. Amor Amarillo by Gustavo Cerati
 3. Take Care by Drake
 4. No Pads, No Helmets...Just Balls by Simple Plan
 5. The Fox by Elton John
 6. Making Mirrors by Gotye
 7. The Vow OST by The National
 8. It's by Teen Top
 9. The Band Perry by The Band Perry
 10. Progress by Ultraspank
 
 1. Lisa by Gustavo Cerati
 2. I'm Just A Kid by Simple Plan
 3. Please Don't Leave Me by Pink
 4. Who Knew by Pink
 5. Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye
 6. Story Of A Free Man - Chapter Three: Serenity by Verse
 7. Mona Lisa by All American Rejects
 8. You Say It Best When You Say Nothing At All by Alison Krauss
 9. Lisa by Burt Bacharach
 10. Carla-Etude by Elton John
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Throwed Off Lyrics
 
[Gudda Gudda]
Yeah,
Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah
Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm reppin' young moolah, Gudda x 2, I
Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box
Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large amounts
What the f-ck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out
Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, lets spark it out
Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin'
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to f-ck every hottie
Get her to the crib and make her f-ck everybody
You know the team, it's Young Money over everybody
In the rap game, so it's f-ck everybody

[Lil Wayne]
Married to the mob, bury you alive
My girl p-ssy feel like heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the f-ckin' babysitter, yeah
I be doin' me, don't give a f-ck bout what you doin'
Blood gang bitch, big V's, Boston Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it
Bullets f-ck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go stupid
Murk your p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose with
F-ck you with a pool stick
Make you swallow tooth picks
F-ckin' right, we ruthless
We done watched too many movies
Then smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, then deuces
We don't know what truce is
That bullet proof vest so useless
Flag red like bruises
Shoot ya head with them uzis
I swear, your honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig
I load up the cig, point it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We don't give a f-ck, and we ain't never did
Shit, three words you never hear, let him live
I'm in my own zone, it got me throwed off
I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology, sorry for the wait

 
 




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