Lyrics:
With two K's like Kanye's wife
That's Ray J height
Then I'll pop till every family member shot
Infra dot, shinning red like a break light
But I ain't
Een zomeravond op het leidseplein
Dan zie je mensen in de maneschijn
Want om een uur of tien
Kun je d'r heel wat zien
Op een terrasje van het
be 'till the day I die,
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
My baby looks hot in her high heel shoes,
She looks even cooler in her cowboy boots.
She can dance
boys just be capping on your names man
All these bitches play the same games, but we can make a tape like Kim and Ray J
Imma send you to the chain gang,
light, soft veils and also, long, soft hair
It's also high heels and makeup, different makeup
Larache, specially in the summer is daily weddings
Daily
money like a politician
Tipping on a bill, it's going down
Like this bitch was sitting on the hill
I keep my girlfriend in them expensive sort of heels
Lace up and I'm out the door
Head clears , when I take a walk
Looking up and I see blue skies
Fresh air yeah it just feels right
Lace up and I'm out
your sweet lovin',
An' your high heels, you look so good
But nothin's worse than an unhappy woman,
An' I, I did the best I could
I did the best I
yeah, yeah
Ha, ha, Sis Boom Bah
One more time for Roosevelt High
Johnny Ray, Tex, Scooter and Lorenzo too
Watch T W Brown do the boogaloo
Every
I'm stuck in this maze
Getting high is what gave me perspective
I saw you's a bitch, now bitch get out of my way
What does it matter that my eyes always
inspected, now we arrested
Attention directed to contents of our intestines
Urinalysis followed by X-rays
Interrogated and detained 'til damn near the next
being brave
I can't be seduced by an average pay
Even on the nights when I wanna break
I gave up the times to go out and play
Compass in my stomach I just
I'll hold my head up high and forget you by and by
And there'll be laughter instead of tears
Babe there's the green light kick up your heels
dresses and lipstick
She's sportin' high heel shoes
Oh, but tomorrow morning
She'll have to change her trend
And be sweet sixteen
And back in class
you can't take away
Yeah they said that I'm cold
They should take an x ray
Keep giving me plays
Forgot about AirPods
Beats by Dre
Here's Tunes by
your scars
Well they match my scratched high heels and bad hairdos
It was life gave me the blues
Oh Lord, you see I try
You let those angels and eagles
snatch your chain and dash
Baby girl in high heels making cash
Back seat of the whip tryna make it last
Hear the pop and sirens never coming fast
Came from
I find myself walking the darkest of paths
Hearing voices but I can see no un by my side
Everything I have is fine but I'm still feeling blue
When I
the rock
That then came up out the pot
You can whip it until it locks
It'll only get u by
But it still won't be I
I'm just here to get you high
Relax
dresses and lipstick
She's sportin' high heel shoes
Oh, but tomorrow morning
She'll have to change her trend
And be sweet sixteen
And back in class
prayin’ towards the savior
We out in Bali by the pool I’m smooth as Marcos Valle with the groove My suit color mahogany and blue
Like Quincy Jones I gotta
by his side
High overhead the grey hawk flew and swiftly did he ride
Saying "Course well, my brindled hound, and fetch me the jet black mare
Stoop
yeah, yeah
Ha, ha, Sis Boom Bah
One more time for Roosevelt High
Johnny Ray, Tex, Scooter and Lorenzo too
Watch T W Brown do the boogaloo
Every
what's goin' on with your heel
Pocket full of blues, bitch, I ain't no crib
Don't make me send them boys where you live
So chain your mouth for Runny
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