Lyrics:
in my hand with no bottom
And no shoes, no shirt, and no problems
No problems
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
Want to look through
I call that getting swindled and tricked, yeah
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's really dough
And having the same one as six
we gon' do it) we're gonna stand by
This one's for North Carolina, come on and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your hand
Spin it
ghost
I wanted to be your girl in a white T-shirt
Over coffee, stirrin' in the cinnamon
While you read me poetry by dead men
I wanted to be your
(Areola!)
That shirt came off, That bra came off that... Oooh
[Kutt Calhoun]
Seen her lookin prettier than Vogue
Tooken over by an unadulterated player
Way
White t-shirt, pink dress, no shoes
White t-shirt, pink dress, no shoes
White t-shirt, pink dress, no shoes.
Sometimes you get afraid of your life
'Cause
don't get me wrong
Now my head tells the tales
I hardly know
I remember T-shirt weather
I remember some days
We were singing our lungs out
in
the T-shirt
She wanna love me then empty the safe, yeah (She wanna)
Baby I need it
She wanna fuck me for Louis, Adidas
Tell me she want it (Yuh Yuh)
Shorty
D.T. on my shirt
F.T. all my hoes nigga
D.T.on my shirt
F.T. all my hoes nigga
Foreign when I skurt
Foreigns on my clothes nigga
Foreign when I skurt
D.T. on my shirt
F.T. all my hoes nigga
D.T. on my shirt
F.T. all my hoes nigga
Foreign when I skirt
Foreign on my clothes nigga
Foreign when I skirt
my shirt
They be like Suuuuure
All the way from parsons to Beverly
They be like Suuuuure
Everyday surrounded by celebrity
They be like Suuuuure
Stay
She laugh and spill a little drink on her Dressing me down, she got makeup on my shirt
She hates being single, it just gets under her nerves
Sorry, I
freedom taken from birth
I go hit you plus music till I return to the dirt
By the time you go see ma worth
E go be too late
Dey couldn't measure his girth
like Nike
We ride around with no motherfuckin' license
Swoosh on a bitch like my first name Nike
Bape by my shirt, but I'm no fuckin' Hypebeast
Bitches
Kind friends, warning take by me
Not every pirate's sailing the sea
Long John Silver, Long John Silver
Don't bet your shirt on Long John Silver
Off top, boy
I'm a hot, boy
Shout out to Legal Money, man
Why you got your shirt off, cause I'm hot, boy
Where you get that work off, on the block,
we gon' do it) we're gonna stand by
This one's for North Carolina, come on and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your hand
Spin it
In Calgary you came onto me
Next to me
Rubbing your hands all over
Taking me by the finger
Showing me where it goes
That first day when our
up and down
Now she boutta fucking rip my shirt
Bouncing up and down (shake that ass)
Now she wanna really rip my shirt (shake that ass)
Bouncing up
the couple can't seem
To agree, Nicki, who is dressed in a black
T-shirt that says "FEELING
MYSELF, " cheerfully suggests that they poll
The room the producer,
Shirt's on fire, church on fire
Billy's dream boat stills as the house alights
Sailors come from miles for a drink and a fight
But the harbour
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
finally kissed by your front gate
Underneath that full moon southern sky
It would remind us of all the memories we've got
If This Ol' T Shirt Could Talk
Now
hard in en dan fok ek uit
En dis ‘n wonderwerk dat jy by my bly
Ek wens ek was meer, ek wens ek was hier
(T-shirts, t-shirts, hoeveel kos daai
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