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    Justin Timberlake

    Murder

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    Добавлена 26 сентября 2013 пользователем N1

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    Walking around middle of the night
    Might end a man's life with that innocent face
    Cause everything below your neck
    Killin' everything next
    It's murder, murder
    You say I need to watch out,
    Something might go down, good
    I really wanna take this under the ground, under the ground
    And I'mma be down to go to that level
    And even when you speak regular a sick freak, girl,
    I say ok
    So come on and leave me
    Cause the deeper you take me the better
    You killin' me softly
    But we can go as hard as you want to
    Bed's way under the ground, under the ground
    And I'll be down and throw it at that level
    Ooooh that girl is murder
    Everybody get down
    Ooooh that girl is murder
    Everybody get down
    Under the lights and sound
    Everybody get down, down
    You know that she's a killer
    Watch it get down, watch it get down
    Watch it get down, watch it get down
    Murder....
    You dancing around, hanging out the window
    Talking real big with your little slim waist
    And with all that below your waist
    Girl, you know the next scene is murder
    Maybe you need to watch out something might go down
    Girl, your body is gonna end up
    Under the ground, under the ground
    I would be down to go to that level
    And even when you dress regular a freak chick
    Girl, you complement my taste
    So girl don't be stingy the more that you give me the better
    You know you killin' me softly
    But we can go as hard as you want to
    Until the bed's way under the ground, under the ground
    I would be down to go to that level
    Yoko Ono, she got that Yoko Ono
    You know that shit that made John Lennon go solo
    Know that shit gotta be lethal
    If that pussy broke up The Beatles
    Chocha ruined pop culture
    All them playa days is over
    Got me buying Rovers, rings
    Jumping over brooms and church rooms, kaboom
    That bomb, that P
    It's a problem call the police
    Red bottoms, white sheets that's murder, she a beast
    Faces of death, she fine or what
    Suicide I'm trying to cut, white chalk line 'em up
    Give new meaning to dying to fuck 

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