Lyrics:
page from Bris
He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
Somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set up
Tell the crew to keep their
'Cause I'm no captain let them know from the start
I let you break me off but I won't let you break my heart
So I'm surrounded by bitchery now this
the sun
Thinking about forever
You could be the one
Hold me in your arms
Never let me go
I swear that before we know
We'll fill the pages of our love
By any means necessary
Couple million buried in the cemetery
Beamer, Benz or Bentley, jealous niggas envy
Got me grippin' heavy 'case a nigga
sun'in' like (uh!)
Two times (uh! Uh!)
One more time, hit it! (Uh!)
Wha? Wha?
Let me take you by the hand
And talk to you just for a while (uh huh)
until recently, controlled the entirety of the diamond trade from mine to market to aftermarket. So let’s start by examining the age of the tradition,
myself, ain't got no one on my right
Who is Mike without the fight
Who am I without the mic
Let me show you while we cruisin', goin' 100 through the town
, like you did before.
Said come on baby you think I'm so blind
I see what you're doing behind my back all the time
I get suspicious when you call me
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
to neglect you
When you won't take the love I have to give
I bought me an illusion
An I put it on the wall
I let it fill my head with dreams
And I had to have
fine
Let me show a good time
(Time)
Baby you been on my mind
(Mind)
Baby can I call you mine?
(Mine)
Baby you looking so fine
Let me show a good time
ass
Your name is yuck mouth, you don't brush
Gotta cover your mouth like this
They call you yuck mouth
You refuse to brush, no sweetheart you can keep
Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze
Your reply got the crowd
you want it then the throne is for the taking
You just have to get through me, and I ain't bout to let you take it
I'm the number one defender, who's
I guess it could make one for you. And so he calls out to his secretary and is like, Hey, can you make me a resume? And uh, can you get a business
you
Now the whole damn town calls me playboy too
I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they don't stop
I'm lookin' at an empty page about to fill it up
I
end it on this (it's over)
Just one more each
One last kiss (it's over)
Let's end it on this
Let's end it on this
I open up, you ignore me
You're not
make you mine
You can be my sweetheart
My heart lock
Shawty you fine fine
Lets pop this wine wine
I won't waste yo time
If you be my valentine
Baby be my
Pages wrote of how (no)
I've been feeling now (no)
I lay you to sleep with me inside your dreams
Replaced and killed again
Rebound then left again
Get
'til proven innocent
Let's go!
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas was,
they call me Kastro
And you Oh! Storm sound like a cutie too
What's poppin'? with me and you
Just hit me with the seven
It'll be my pleasure to see what
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
let em walk
We'll just drive by and keep waving
'Cause you and I above all that
Just let them wallow in it
Now they all choked up, yuck
'Cause they
We'll just drive by and keep waving
'Cause you and I above all that
Just let them wallow in it
Now they all choked up, yuck
'Cause they be swallowing
Discuss these let me call you sweetheart by patti page 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