Lyrics:
it to the Brooklyn Bridge)
Stop being by yourself, now you hung with the crew
I took the bangs out my hair over the summer, I grew
Me and my
Since blocks be turned into states, baguettes be turned into cakes
So he be knowin' how I'm down by law
Plus his knowledge himself be havin' his
You can tell I'm real, by lookin' in the ball of my eye.
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby, and my baby.
Can my some dough on Teem
Come with me baby tonight
Cause I'm gonna sex ya
Baby all through the night girl
Said it's three o'clock in the morning
And I'm in
they say
They wont swap places with you no way
15 years
15 years
Fuck off we say
Fed up by being skint everyday
Walk the streets every fucking
scratched
In fact, now that I think, back, I was gettin macked
by a tender, oh yeah now I remember
Vanessa from Maryland, aggressive and tanned
It was
bitches want to draft me
What's on my mind is a bitch climbing in my bed
Don't want no sex I want to dig into this bitch's head
What's on my mind is
or fall
Slaughtered by the daughter of God
That makes me a Goddess, the one who rocks the hardest
Uh, uh, definitely show and prove
Lyrics hit like
sex, even where the whores are routed
Nothings too small to doubt it
The wolves feed upon us, so we walk the streets with honor
Looking for heat
McDonald's smile warms the hearts of all people regardless of race.
Color, creed, sex and social status
By opening three new McDonald's restaurants
of lemons, spurred by the women
Just a part of yo livin'
And I'm feelin' that chu' really ain't got no pull on it
I'll put the hood on it cause you ain't
citizens
And we elect by desire
Yes we elect only pretty things
Famous performers who win applause
From the anonymous everywhere
Show us that life is
The candidate wrote furiously
As if to save his life
Then hung up the phone
And spoke with great conviction
When you're nothing but a boyfriend
Dangling by
gettin' blown by PJ Sparks at Key West
I need breast like Sahara needs a HIV test
I'll hit that pussy up with a nasty attack
Get on your knees like your
artist
Schoolbooks are you tapestry
Woven intertwining hate controlled by your ministry
I hold the scissors in my hand
Cut the fabric, make you bleed
Somethin' out of dark ages paintings, smiles can't hide
Think I'll sit back and watch life go by
In about, four sex acts a cheerleader will begin to bleed
You're a 70's baby
And nothin's alright
Born in the age of take what you can get
Mommy and daddy was a tv set
All they left to you remember them by
Is
find themselves, realize
Applications, true guys, sex, lies and groupies
Do these things matter or is life that shallow?
Internal
her
Mascara on my zipper, then twist and flip her
Hit her like a babysitter watchin' a motion picture
Niggas think she's a stripper by her hips
so happy
More money more sex more apathy
Sell me a cause I don't care which one
Put me on your mix tape
Put me on your mix tape
Then I could tell
the battle of the sexes
But I ain't givin up the sex til you put me in a Lexus
I know you're out for the ass, nigga
But how the fuck you figure, til you
UBU and I'll be me
That's the way it's supposed to be
We should be working together
Little girl with hopes and big dreams
Don't get swayed by those sex
times do the seasons turn for babaloyn
burn this is my own concern to carry on
traditional listen yo
how many brothers tears have shed
by my people for
Now a days it's easier to get a gun than a education
That's why kids in trench coats shoot up they schools
And parents out live they kids
And sex
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