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mobile makes me feel like its the love mobile
I got the cow print sheets on my sheets
I always got the black Chuck Taylors covering up my feets
I got
daughter came home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play
She said mama I got a note here from the Harper Valley PTA
The note said Mrs Johnson you
and Mario
You know they make good conversation
Still it ain't no consolation
Cause I got love, baby
I'll give you some and if somebody comes
We'll let
I'm trying to make a play

Woke up feeling like a star
Get it in no matter where we are
She in love with me press buttons up in my car
My weed
The events that followed had me folly if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far the best
Therefore hard
and Mario
You know they make good conversation
Still it ain't no consolation
Cause I got love, baby
I'll give you some and if somebody comes
We'll let
Yeah they get cut up, two cent, my physique
Critique my shit

Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang

Bitches running round down pussy take a trip
Make you strip, got my
seein' them out, I just ugh
Don't got shit to say to you niggas
In the club I make my way through you niggas
You must be mad I ain't wait on you
But no
An everlastin' barbeque
But with all the bad stuff goin' on
There ain't gonna be room for me and you

'Cause we cuss and we smoke
We laugh at Taylor's jokes
(Tell
Make you strip, got my dick harder than the unzipped
Tyler swiftly slips his dick inside of Taylor Swift's slit
Round trip in that pussy, here comes
Love Bones
Been working all day
Like I'm doing time
The foreman say you
Got to do some overtime

Mister foreman, got to tell you
I can't wait
trippin of that room with the blood on the ceiling
Catch ya fillin'
My chuck taylors got me creepin
And rap dealin
Come through and leave you stunned
he asked me for a date
And Mrs. Taylor sure seems to use
A lotta ice whenever he's away

And Mr. Baker, can you tell us
Why your secretary had
Duet by Linda Ronstadt and James Taylor

written by Rose Marie McCoy, Sylvia McKinney
© 1961 Ben-Ghazi Enterprises Inc (BMI)

Darling, been
Now, overtime might help
To make the money grow
But it gives me neighbor time

To steal my love bone

I know my baby's waiting
She's anticipating
Duet by Linda Ronstadt and James Taylor

written by Rose Marie McCoy, Sylvia McKinney
© 1961 Ben-Ghazi Enterprises Inc (BMI)

Darling, been
hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me

I's out there
the rules, we make our own
I'm my own boss
I count my own money
I fire the fuck out of you niggas If I feel like it
And I'm sleazy as hell
Feel me?

Just got
the Harlem struggle, 
All in my swagger that's the reason why I got my hustle,
I got the highest stature, Miami diamond flasher,
I got you caught in
Yeah it's young Khalifa Man
Mr. Spacely
Everyone call me man
Taylor Gang or die
And this project is brought to you by
Champagne
And paper planes too
and Mario
You know they make good conversation
Still it ain't no consolation
Cause I got love, baby
I'll give you some and if somebody comes
We'll let
and Mario
You know they make good conversation
Still it ain't no consolation
Cause I got love, baby
I'll give you some and if somebody comes
We'll let
certified
Glowing by the zone, nigga, worth the grown
Smoking on that strong, give me dome while I'm on the phone
Take you to my home where we zip it up
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side.
(Right there
Proud as can be)

I's out there paintin'
Swift to call you a traitor
Cause you're swift to love Taylor
Now we got bad blood with our neighbor

Who's wrong, who's right
Every Sunday we're