Ricci - Wild Kidz Lyrics
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Wild Kidz
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What Are The Lyrics For Wild Kidz By Ricci?
When the sunlight comes and the moon is gone and we have no place to go
Lost and free, we are the wild kids from the Phillys, Phillys When the sunlight comes and the moon is gone and we have no place to go Lost and free, we are the wild kids from the Phillys, Phillys (when the sunlight) When the sunlight comes and the moon is gone and we have no place to go Lost and free, we are the wild kids from the Phillys, Phillys When the sunlight comes and the moon is gone When the sunlight comes and the moon is gone When the sunlight comes and the moon is gone When the sunlight comes and the moon is gone When the sunlight comes and the moon is gone When the sunlight comes and the moon is gone When the sunlight comes and the moon is gone When the sunlight comes and the moon is gone When the sunlight comes and the moon is gone When the sunlight comes and the moon is gone, gone, gone, gone Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone When the sunlight comes and the moon is gone and we have no place to go Lost and free, we are the wild kids from the Phillys, Phillys When, if it comes, when we come, when, if it comes, when we go |
Who Wrote Wild Kidz By Ricci?
Lukas Rafael Hespanhol Ruiz, Lucas Lorenzetti Dos Santos, Gabriel Ricci
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What's The Duration Of The Wild Kidz By Ricci?The duration of Wild Kidz is 3:06 minutes and seconds. |
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