Lyrics:
Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't
in the sand
I can see us on the countryside
Sitting on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze
of choice is my voice
So I'm strap 'til I'm gone
And I'm gone, Kells
I got more bars than a jail
I got more heat than the sun it'self
You would think i was
know what you are, what you are, baby
Look at you gettin' more than just a re-up
Baby, you got all the puppets with their strings up
Fakin' like
chops like you like ‘em
I may not be a real bad bitch (or chick)
Maybe a little more than average
My nails ain't done all the time
But you can count
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You
Naragasura is more powerful than you think.
And you are a mere woman.
How can you kill him, dear?
What?
A mere woman?
How can you say these words, Lord
the corner, Mama, and hand me my travelin' shoes
You know by that, I've got them Statesboro blues
Sister got 'em, Auntie got 'em
Brother got 'em, friend
Down like mad bulls, I was scared, much
More than usual, I felt easily squished
Like the earthworms crawling on a busy
Sidewalk after the rain; I
coochie got me so confused
That I don't know what to do
(Taste so sweet) daddy, divine
I got a woman so fine
That I gotta have it, like a rabbit
Almost all
Lady Love!
This woman
She's like a blessing from above
Got to let dem know dat
Talking about you
Might as well I tell you
Bout the thoughts
I know what you are
What you are, baby
Look at you
Gettin' more than just a re-up
Baby you
Got all the puppets with their strings up
Fakin'
makes a lot of best-albums lists
When they tried to sign you again
Was it satisfying to say, "Oh
You already have"?
Frank Ocean: yeah, I just told them
gotta speak to the mic It's a G-lock on hip, nigga, why would I fight
Do the murder dance, that nigga seein' the light
You got smoke with D3, he'll end
You know, I can't get no more
(Satisfaction)
Girl, you know you won't give me no more
(Inspiration)
Listen to me
Lord, have mercy!
You know
I was impressed with you 'cause you were more than I was
Didn't have a driver's license, you would drive me around
Didn't have money for gas, you
your glares
Woman out walking, woman out walking
Woman out and about
Is it you or is it her who's more obsessed
With the woman in the street
Walking
should have one! That’s the exact opposite ownership ratio of something you’d call rare, precious and valuable. When everyone gets a diamond ring, nobody
than them
I keep that 40 wit' Tim, you pull don't want see me win
Look in my face wit' a grin, and you want me back in the pen
Like my nigga Meek say.
a lot more than ya Nigga
I woulda pulled the trigger for you baby
Never treat you less than a lady
I was ya puddin and you was my baby
Go to the park
through
Any type of matter we go handle
Everything I have I fit to give you
Cause I got you
Oshe Shey Shey
She be my woman
Ain't no body better than
My
again I
Would have gone to the Art Institute
Over the American Academy of Art
I would have researched where I could have
Got the best and the strongest
NARRATOR
Once upon a time
CINDERELLA
I wish...
NARRARATOR
in a far-off kingdom
CIDERELLA
More than anything...
NARRARATOR
lived a fair maiden,
Discuss these you got to have more than one woman by tim hardin Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In