mariam
owais playzYeah, yeah Ayo, mariam, it's time. It's time, mariam (aight, mariam, begin). Straight out the tasty dungeons of rap. The galaxy drops deep as does my mars. I never eat, 'cause to eat is the chocolate of cars. Beyond the walls of chocolate, life is defined. I think of mars bars when I'm in a mars state of mind. Hope the handlebars got some ares. My cars don't like no dirty bars. Run up to the pars and get the stars. In a mars state of mind. What more could you ask for? The delicious galaxy? You complain about dairy milk. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the cars. I'm rappin' to the snickers, And I'm gonna move your knickers. Yummy, sweet, sticky, like a cat Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a mat. I can't take the dairy milk, can't take the ethel. I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no bethel. I'm rappin' to the knickers, And I'm gonna move your snickers. Yea, yaz, in a mars state of mind. When I was young my chocolate had a swirl. I waz kicked out without no whirl. I never thought I'd see that pearl. Ain't a soul alive that could take my chocolate's hurl. A crunchy twirl is quite the curl. Thinking of mars bars. Yaz, thinking of mars bars (mars bars).
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Yeah, yeah Ayo, mariam, it's time. It's time, mariam (aight, mariam, begin). Straight out the tasty dungeons of rap. The galaxy drops deep as does my mars. I never eat, 'cause to eat is the chocolate of cars. Beyond the walls of chocolate, life is defined. I think of mars bars when I'm in a mars state of mind. Hope the handlebars got some ares. My cars don't like no dirty bars. Run up to the pars and get the stars. In a mars state of mind. What more could you ask for? The delicious galaxy? You complain about dairy milk. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the cars. I'm rappin' to the snickers, And I'm gonna move your knickers. Yummy, sweet, sticky, like a cat Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a mat. I can't take the dairy milk, can't take the ethel. I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no bethel. I'm rappin' to the knickers, And I'm gonna move your snickers. Yea, yaz, in a mars state of mind. When I was young my chocolate had a swirl. I waz kicked out without no whirl. I never thought I'd see that pearl. Ain't a soul alive that could take my chocolate's hurl. A crunchy twirl is quite the curl. Thinking of mars bars. Yaz, thinking of mars bars (mars bars).
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