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There used to be a time candlelight and wine was all that a woman would need Man you were a winner if you took her out to dinner or a movie she
There used to be a time candlelight and wine Was all that a woman would need Man you were a winner if you took her out to dinner Or a movie she
every angle Violent temperaments, left continents dented Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented Drunk by the drunken punches that punctures the heart Vital
Protected by a pretty face, sometimes cursed, sometimes blessed. And she's staring down their desires, while they're staring down her dress. And my
The spirit'll jump out and grab shit Max with the laser on 'em, staircase caskets Broke bugged thugs in the hallway maxing Still them 1-6-Ooh niggaz, straight up
With water, dough, acid and gold classics All my niggaz who pump, the spirit'll jump out and grab shit Max with the laser on 'em, staircase caskets
vintage wine rhymes I invented Chumped by the drunken punches that punches the heart Vital sparks from the arteries start The treasure is the glaciers
of guilty acts Eroded by all the things you hate There's bodies dancing, crazed Sexual heat Grazing from the orchard where starving people eat Her great
to rock, YOU! We're the kings of swing And we're chosen to rule The deans of clean inside the cool school We're the chiefs of relief Contained by wild
no race I pull it out and shoot it right in her face You probably wine her and dine her And get jealous when you can't find her You're nothing but
could tell by her moaning In the morning in the morning I know things could get all crazy But you made it from the hating I know, I know Girl you