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Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze Pray to the high, for my enemies
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Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze Pray to the high, for my enemies
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Push up, push up on it Time to push up, push up Every time I push up on it Push up on itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
