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The blues my naughty sweetie gives to me
The blues my naughty sweetie gives to me (oh yeah)
There are blues you get from women when you see 'em
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
taking a chance"
We was getting up, getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl, she was asking my
have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to
marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me.
I am in the tall tower of Swamp
don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street
don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street
don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street
They're the very meanest kind.
The blues my naughty sweetie gives to me.
don't give a fuck!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street
good and I'm losing my sleep
You left me hangin' on by a thread of them blue jeans
Baby, now I'm wondering where it all went wrong
You've got me
or two
O' Jim comin' runnin' up out of the blue
And that gal he was with comin' runnin' up too
And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe
I grabbed
release, I give them blue from the boundless
And I give them lyrical therapy, big dick energy
But if they want me, they know I'll get a D
And I'm inside,
love how she told me she need me
I stepped through the door she dont say a word
My sweetie she turn off the TV
She freaky, she freaky
Believe me my
treat me like a King
And I ain't talkin' Coretta
Aye, girl you so dope
Life's short Gary Coleman, get these different strokes
My love a drug, more of me
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
That Vladimir Dukelsky (15) said, "Gee!"
My fingering a certain string
Was such a big thing
That Fanny's cousin Annie's
Taking lessons from me
I'm quite
naughty
I'm tryna make you my hobby because I'm felling yo body
Yeah
I️ can give you what you want
It's okay I️ got it all
Put u in designer now u lookin
takes a drink out of the leak.
My baby's got a blue-green sweater
And a nest down by the creek.
Plume, bloom, bloom, baby bloom.
Cheep, cheep, beep,
and shorty (ayy)
Can't say all cops are naughty but fuck them man, gunshot for porky (ba-baow)
Walkie-talkie, that shit haunts me, free all my guys, pray for
My name James but you can call me Jim
Or if it suit me why not call me friend
Because I can tell y'all are honest folk
Being that I come from a long
If only, if only you knew
You're my once in a blue moon
I know, oh
Nobody, would ever come close
You give me love at first sight
Baby, you're my once
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
apartment 3G, this sweetie named DiDi wants to see me
but yo I heard she's givin' VD
Just when you think the skies are gettin' blue
Bang bang -- another
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