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Bloodhound Gang
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American Bitches (Stripped)
Raise your hand if you like American bitches Locked in girl on girl kisses Well, I do
You're just mad you can't score American bitches So you're blowing up shit, which Just goes to prove
That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite Yes, eighteen year old bombs are dynamite (What kind of a man sits Indian style?)
Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid
Trust me holmes, you would kill for American bitches And the freedom of tits if You only knew, who-hoo
That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite Yes, eighteen year old bombs are dynamite 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 (What kind of a man sits Indian style?)
Come to Infidelphia And fall in love with the unholy My boy knows this stripper that looks just like Angelina Jolie
Just Don't bring up What that club You belong to does... Dungeons & Dragons
Where I come from bras are booby traps And soft targets have a bikini wax Where I come from bras are booby traps And soft targets have a bikini wax Where I come from bras are booby traps And soft targets have a bikini wax Where I come from bras are booby traps And soft targets have a bikini wax
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