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Louis March

saints, marching in When the saints go marching in Yes, I want to be in that number And when the saints go marching in Now when the saints go marching

Перевод: Louis Jordan. Мои ноги Killing Me Маршевые В Пехотные.

Un president s'en va chassant Un champ trop grand Un soleil trop blanc Trop haut le vent Trop tot un enfant Qui s'amuse avec son mal de dents Joue avec

Well, did you find out when it was over, kid? Well, did you find out like your mother did? Did it fall apart before it all began? Before they could find

big money heavy weight On the grind, flipping money in every way Head line, my bitch shine everyday Pearl white Dom P., Marc Jacob gloves Cartier, Louis

mama? It's ya boy Yunky G5 dippin?, Louis Vuitton luggage Ay, gotta love it, ya boy so fly And all the ladies go oh when a ***** go by Gucci on the feet, Marc

and raised I used to play the drum in my younger days I just hit that beat any way I can Smooth high-stepping in the marching band I turned in my drum

my pony Bently, Coop, or Kobe's yup I'm ridin 24's This is for my Cincinnati, Cleveland, and Columbus folk I'll show ya how to do this Gucci-Louis everythang

March, march, march, march Boomdizzle, baby Way back in 1776 Who would have thought we would have had these chicks Sum kinda slim and some extra thick