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station,
I feel like an empty cast iron exhibition,
I want ornaments on everything,
Because my love, she gone with other boys.

Queen Victoria,
Do you
station,
I feel like an empty cast iron exhibition,
I want ornaments on everything,
Because my love, she gone with other boys.

Queen Victoria,
Do you
on

For my intentions, were good intentions
I could have loved you
I could have changed you

I wouldn't be so
I wouldn't feel so
Consumed by selfish
But the best that I can do, 
Is this transcendental story,
That I'll pass along to you. 

Past the falls they call Victoria,
Down the river named
up, please
Let me watch, please, let me watch you

Pillowcases by the hot fireplace
Watch the bubbles overlap while I pour one in the glass
I came
only one thing has held us up my loven wasn't all for you 

i found anotha man so tell how does it feel 



(hook performed by mercedes) 

if you
the post
It feel like I'm always picking the pose
Because everybody want a picture of the boss
Just don't ever picture me broke
I be trying to move this,
please, let me watch you

Pillowcases by the hot fireplace
Watch the bubbles overlap while I pour one in the glass
I came here to watch you, baby, to watch
1979 I been a hustler on the go
You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven digits
know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven digits
Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust
you time to think
Let me puff this buddah blunt and cut on this porno buff
Girl come lounge here by my side, tonight your, my devil's bride
And there's
95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes
With Victoria Secret panties crammin that ass hole
Throwin the crooked finger ddd- ridin the west
you right
Man:	Right
Salt:	Word up, I want to see you, what's up
Man:	I'm ok, I'm chillin'
	What we gon' do
	By yourself
Salt:	Yeah
Man:	What you up
I met some friends
Who were friends with this girl
One by one they dropped of
Till it was just me and her
We made out in every bar in town
While
watch like Movado so I floss like I'm lotto
You ain't lounging, til you've been counting by the thousands
Profiling, pushing more weight than your
bad married bitches at home
One of my bitches feel in love with that outside dick
That outside dick keep them hoes sick, like

Uh I like it like
are not a gangster, you're a fucking errand boy
Werewolf warlord poet and a warrior
Mad child king Vancouver and Victoria
These kids forfeit against
girls 
Where I have them comin' in (ugh) 8 seconds 
I told Victoria her Secret you suck life a crest 
I Ultrawhite my secretary, I went to Tibet
DG Prada and Gucci clothes
And Victoria Secret silk panties, covers and ooh she knows
She never hang with movie hoes, dig dealers and X popping
your throat like the milk from a goat
Put my notorious dick in-between your glorious tits
want to know a +Secret+ I'm suckin +Victoria's+ clit
My tongue
Let me just take you somewhere secret
Gonna cut out of the lights down dim, forget all
About your world we gonna not flow it what we feel and share,
the same shit"
The niggas just told these girls that he do it all by himself
It's crazy, cray-cray, I did though, you know what I'm sayin'?
With a golden
married bitches at home
One of my bitches feel in love with that outside dick
That outside dick keep them hoes sick, like

Uh I like it like that she
bad married bitches at home
One of my bitches feel in love with that outside dick
That outside dick keep them hoes sick, like

Uh I like it like
cumming, feel my tip, touch tummies
Split dutch, dump twenties
Pat my back when I choke
Don't ask for no totes til I say "Oh you smoke?"
I need a chick