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The Essiential Beverly Crawford (Beverly Crawford) · It's Me B*#@hes (Swizz Beatz) · I Love My Bi**hes (Rick Ross) · I Love My Bi**hes (Rick Ross) · Enough Is Enough (Billy Squier) · Enough Is Enough/Hear & Now/Creatures of Habit (Billy Squier) · Enough Is Enough (Robbie Rivera) · Very Best of Michael Crawford (Craig Carnella) · Going Back to Crawford (Big Joe Williams) · Best of Randy Crawford & Friends [#1] (Randy Crawford) – and 90 other albums »


There's not enough hours in the day
To say all that I want to say
There's not enough days in the week
And weeks go by quicker than drunks knock
the party
Out in Beverly hills trying flip a Ferrari
Butcha credit ain't cool and you got declined
He said "you're welcome" and "But to come back anytime"
'Cause you make Cindy Crawford look 
Like the Queen's Mother 
If you got a hoyfriend well he don't know he's in danger 
Cause somethings gonna happen 
When
gone and done

He makes my trouble double
With these worries when surely
I ain't deserving enough
Moanin' low

My sweet man is gonna go
When he
picture
The rope ain't tight enough
He still alive, go fix it
Pour some gasoline on em
Call his daughters Black Bitches
Make em pick cotton
While his
Jigga
One came before the other like aim and pull the trigga
One is slang for my brotha, one is hang and take a picture
The rope ain't tight enough, he
and done
He makes my trouble double
With these worries when surely
I ain't deserving enough
Moanin' low
My sweet man is gonna go
When he goes oh lordy
and done
He makes my trouble double
With these worries when surely
I ain't deserving enough
Moanin' low
My sweet man is gonna go
When he goes oh lordy
and done
He makes my trouble double
With these worries when surely
I ain't deserving enough
Moanin' low
My sweet man is gonna go
When he goes oh lordy
the best he could
I wish the girl all the very best of luck
But for me, my best was good enough

My best, my best was good enough

But for me my best
It's not black enough to see where any white is
So I'll wait another hour for you and your designer jeans
And I remember you as heartless
gone and done

He makes my trouble double
With these worries when surely
I ain't deserving enough
Moanin' low

My sweet man is gonna go
When he
gone and done

He makes my trouble double
With these worries when surely
I ain't deserving enough
Moanin' low

My sweet man is gonna go
When he
enough for countin' when the dealin' is done."

"Now, every gambler knows that the secret to survival
Is knowin' what to throw away and knowin' what
sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done

You've got to know when to hold 'em (when to hold 'em)
Know when to fold
time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done

Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what
He had folks all scared to death, when he walked by they all held 
their breath 
He was a fighting man, sure enough 

Now Bill got himself a wife,
The gal you wanted, she want that enough, I said
Angela said that how she love handcuff
Beverly she said she want the things extra rough
Rough-rider, who
the bedroom 

He'll say I don't know why we met 
The simple truth is always the best 
See 'est la vie what's done is done 
And there's somebody for
(Two divided by zero, zero)
(Two divided by zero, zero, zero)

Let's not go home, we'll catch the late train
I've got enough money to pay all
helps the ones who help themselves, some people say,
But are we helping out or getting in His way.
He wants our best and Hell do the rest;
It's by His
should've eased up
Wha' What Wha' you got me fed up, get up or shut the f up 
You done f'ed up, 8 or 9 enough even if she has seven runner up
Like
straight by the rules
I'm trying to stay out the news
And make cake to buy food
Fuck jewels I think my soul glows bright enough
And fuck whips I learn
(Two divided by zero, zero)
(Two divided by zero, zero, zero)

Let's not go home, we'll catch the late train
I've got enough money to pay all
enough for countin' when the dealing's done

Every gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep