Len - Hot Rod Monster Jam Lyrics
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Hot Rod Monster Jam
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What Are The Lyrics For Hot Rod Monster Jam By Len?
Got the balls you become a young man now
There's just somethings you just don't understand now Got the balls you become a young man now There's just somethings you just don't understand now Got the balls you become a young man now Everybody's stoned nobdoy gives a shit But these guys are making so much bread but doesn't matter what they do Everybody's stoned nobdoy gives a shit But these guys are making so much bread, but doesn't matter what they do What type of style is that? bass What type of style is that? bass What type of style is that? bass What type of stlye is that? bass Booty-booty-booty Lemme hear you say it! Booty-booty-booty Lemme hear you say it! Booty-booty-booty Lemme hear you say it! Booty-booty-booty Lemme hear you say it! Be a s s (oh yeah) You s Once you start you can't stop Be a s s (oh yeah) You s Groove it's groovy it's in your head Be a s s (oh yeah) You s Once you start you can't stop Be a s s (oh yeah) You s I want to take a easy and let things ride Be a s s You s Bass Bass Bass Bass Bass Come to my farm with my friend, oh come with with me Come to the farm with my friend, oh come with with me El pollito sounds like this Bock bock bock bock El pollito sounds like this Bock bock bock bock bock bock bock Oh come my friend, oh come my friend, oh come oh come oh come Oh come come along, oh come come along Oh come come come come come |
Who Wrote Hot Rod Monster Jam By Len?
Will Robinson, Sylvia Robinson, Berry Jr Gordy, Melvin Glover, Marc Francis Costanzo, George David Weiss, Hugo Peretti, Luigi Creatore
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