Lyrics:
a little lemon tree
Going to share all its fruit with me
There's a little old shack on the corner, down by the way
A big hot tub
Gas Gas, and a shed load
Allow me to begin by stating that i am a retired regular
Of the rowdy and rambunctious
Semi-retroactive and always compunctious
Night life
Yea many
check it, exit the old style
Enters the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's
give me a heart attack
One more round of lovin'
On the beach or in my love shack
I cannot leave you be
You're my ecstasy
I need that
I need that
I need
Dying or alive
Cuz I couldn't stand to walk
Wild streets of New York freezing
Looking for a love that pleasing
To walk into my life
And by the time
on a couple of pounds,
And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds
Without love and support,
I might come up short,
But I dare not resort,
love shack
In the middle of no place
They were plannin'
On usin' that cash
To get away bold-faced
Now how long did they think they could stay
back
She turned him down once in his one room shack
She said "Now baby, you don't look that bad"
[Chorus]
Cause everybody needs someone sometime
Can we start from the beginning? My name is Chest Rockwell, right?
And I love to make love to your booty hole
Bad boy
This is born alone die alone,
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
keeping romance alive
Two millionaires with a dream are we
We'll make our love survive
No little cold water flat have we
Warmed by the glow of insolvency
even love ur dog like I even love your cat
Stop calling me baby wait for me
As times goes by baby good for me
All you wanted I have it 기쁨이
내게 넘쳐나 just
or even if you're born
See, you could be born in a mansion or a shack
You could be born brown, white or black
Amen to that
So I'd like to give thanks onto
by me with glee
Oh, sore in a masterpiece
And I creep creep creep
Creep creep creep for a solid place
Urchin legion
In the night time
Fortune all
blow some stacks
Say "Fuck it" by the rack
Straps go clack, need cheese with the mac
Whatchu know bout bustin' down a bag?
Gucci do rag, and my tracksuit
Drum
Drive by the church, take the road to your left and look for a fading sign
Leave your car by the lake, walk an hour and a half on the path that
I no fit talk am
I no fit sing am enough
I no fit play am
I no fit shout am enough
Your goodness mercies and love
E too dey shack me
E dey like say I
my stance
My stance
I love eating pussy like I'm a glutton
Talking shit to me like I ain't bout nothing
Don't try me cause, You know i ain't bluffing
back shining with that 4th quarter free throw
Game time nigga even if get the rebound
Hoes tryna figure where I be now
But that love shit ain't
Max:
In all the famous love affairs, the lovers have to struggle.
In garret rooms away upstairs, the lovers starve and snuggle.
They're famous for
baby.."
I ain't a player, I just fuck a lot
"You're my darlin' darlin' love.."
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot
"You're my darlin' darlin' baby.."
I
even if I spit up on my t-shirt
Color of spittle's clear as Sprite
I think I'll write her a love poem by the end of the night
Words that start to chirp
Taking advantage of
Breaking the back of love
When you're surrounded
by a simple chain of events
(Behind my eyes, behind my eyes)
(Your eyes
last
Fell in love, until love became a task
And I had to ask
Why do niggas always gotta cap
Cappin, call em captan
Say I do the most, but they floppin
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