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that you played
Toxic
Lui Lingerie on your body
You make me feel greedy when you sit it on top of me
Pussy hell of good she ain't even gotta top me
When

it's too late for that, too late for that
She be playing games
It be fucking wit my mind
I cannot lie, lie, lie, lie, lie yeah
I be playing too
Doing

little fuck
About your time or any given day
I fucked her right before we dined
This ain't no dinner date
It's all gas Ford strong
Ain't got no fucking

bitch walk up to me, uh oh
I fucked a bitch that I ain't even meet, uh oh
Too good to be shared so I kept her to me, uh oh
Next thing that you know she

well its all good if its like that
Said I got a lot of living to do before I die and I aint got time to waste
Said I got a lot of living to do before I

more than you could imagine
Cause every hundred good things that are said about me
cre overshadowed by the one who don't believe in my dreams
cll it

Love of the Common People

The Everly Brothers

Walk Right Back: The Everly Brothers on Warner Bros.

1993

sister
Crying 'cause she doesn't have a dress
Without a patch for the party to go
Oh but you know,she'll get by

She is living in the love

chasing' it with me
Thought I had taste for good women
This one bad like a dilemma
Yeah man I feel her
She good for my mental
And she good with the dental
I

no mistakes and no more lyin'
(Ain't no more lying)
Right by ya side (Right by ya)
Long as you tryin' (Long as you trying)
But I been grounded way too

18 
Look in his eyes bet it's pain that you see 
These niggas is plastic I finally can see 
She choosing she choosing that girl not for me 
Straight

inflection 
That she feels some connection 
I won't hesitate to mention that I feel that too 
So...aight, I guess she's mine 
On Venus, I'm bad with

a stupid favor y'all dumb niggas, do it all for myself
Do not get me on that side again, bitch, I got over it

I barely had some niggas that ain't understand

wanna record
Bad bitch but she could be yours
Man fuck the rulers, I'd rather do chores
Drip shit, that's that fuckin' Dior
No dip shit, this ain't no

But he just left it on the floor
She'd do it all just for his love
But that don't mean much to him
But now she's good, she in her bag
Don't give a fuck

see me
She try running back and swear
She claiming that she need me
Back off girl I'm good now
Ain't need a bitch to please me
Writing up these lyrics

for that desert if she let's me, uh (yuh yuh)
And if I get it on the first night well (yuh yuh)
Then maybe it's bad (ay)
Or maybe she's sad (ay)

She's Got to Be a Saint

Ray Price

Greatest Hits [w/Ray Price]

2004

I'm out late every night
Doing things that ain't right
And she'll cry for me
When I'm down in the dumps
And she nurses my lumps
How she cries

It's the consequence for writing in
Booths inviting the truth
I define my life inside of
My borough blinded by proof
That I was meant to do what the
Fuck

we really bout it yea
Can't lie I got a Rolex on my wrist but I ain't need that shit for timing, nah (I ain't need That shit for perfect timing)
She be

you smoking
Dick in her throat, she gagging and choking
Don't pick up the phone, she busy, soaking
She want me to put my pole in
Shorty ride that dick

enough, she turn me on
She too sexy
I just lose it round you, baby
I ain't talking Fetty
Make me feel good again
I feel like I'm 20
Uh

I just lose it round

And that sort of thing, that like, how she is, for real, are you, for real, for real
For real, for real, like, oh my
She could be a stripper based on how she

the four by four, with the four doors, got your girl begging for more
Ya' mans here finna rap that four, with a broken arm, damn girl that's poor
I know you

they real ones
That ain't a problem for me
Cuts I got scars but a lot left to bleed
I'll give up everything long as I'm breathing
'Cause nobody's sharin'