100 lyrics for "Like bra, bra, bra"

The perfect storm Sunshine mixed with A little hurricane And she destroys me in that t-shirt And I love her so much it hurts I never meant to fall like this That girl right there's If she was a drink
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Prepare to witness a place of gore Of legal dissection and blood on the floor Carved up corpses, in the corner Sliced up by a psychotic coroner Slice, dice, chop them haphazardly Like laboratory mice, splatter brain matter Pound on the skull until it
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I'm in love with your body Come on, be my baby, come on I'm in love with the shape of you Every day discovering something brand new Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I Come on now, follow my lead We push and pull like a magnet do Although my heart is falling too And now
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Like there's moonshine in the trunk, and blue lights on our tail Like we're helping out uncle Jessy, making a midnight run Let's drive tonight like this whole county's dry And there's moonshine in the trunk Like if we get caught they're gonna haul us off
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On va tout donner Danse là devant moi Danse et lève tes bras Élance-toi pour que rien ne s'efface Yeah and I like it Dans ce monde là On danse à perdre la voix On danse afin que rien ne s'efface Oho ohoh oh oh oh
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Bitch better have my money Bitch better have my (bitch better have my) Pay me what you owe me Like bra, bra, bra Louis XIII, and it's all on me, nigga, you just bought a shot Kamikaze, if you think that you gon' knock me off the top Shit, your wife in
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You don't know the chances. What if I should die?! A place inside my brain, another kind of pain You don't know the chances. I'm so blind! Are you ready?! There's a place inside my mind, a place I like to hide Another place I find to escape the pain
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Yeah, I live for little moments like that Well, I'll never forget the first time that I heard That pretty mouth say that dirty word And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into But she covered her mouth and her face got red And she just
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'Cause just like him, you always leave me crying A million little wishes float across the sky Picked you out and picked you up Hopin' that my luck would change Let the summer fill my lungs Superstition fill my brain But it's a waste of breath and it's
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