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(Bengicel'ungxolele)

I know I said do you, baby do me
Can’t pretend ngathi abongwana abangifuni
You know Faith, Millicent, Tumi
I’ma have faith ‘till that mill is sent

, slap!
He down for the count
Catch who, Donald Duck
You was living in your doubt
Moral is, you can never trust a rap or a mouse
I'm the one baby boy, like

last year
By the way I'm
Visitin' my sister, but I ain't got no plans"
So we headed to Pete's tavern
And got drunk man next thing you know
We uptown

with you
Go head anticipate
Everything is an obstacle somethings you just
Embrace and no mater how dirty it get I say
It's a good day
Yeah my daddy

Like, "You know you could have her, I'm offering"
Always gets a good laugh, but I'm not kidding
Like she built up a wall that is not tipping
But I'm not

I'll hang stockings by the fire
Take peppermint canes out the cupboard
Up to the attic, a box full of lights
So much more we've left to discover

a couple shots and I just had to listen
The room is spinning now I am wishing that I had not did it
Here with the baddest b- too bad I ain't have no vision

when it's time to come home
(It's mad issues)
But the wind will blow it over
(Ain't no need for tissues)
'Cause I just played some good shit on the aux

her so good she begging me for the semen
Dry your eyes baby girl that part a ya shouldn't be leaking
I'm a dog an we can freak it
Stucco flaking off

God Help My Man

Joey + Rory

Album Number Two

2010

There must be a real good reason why he ain't home yet
There must be a real bad wreck slowing him down
I'm hoping he blew a tire, his old truck

this thang 
Since the last day I seen you shit aint been the same 
They say life move on but not the pain
Life is getting harder im steady losing friends

and grenade it (whoa)

In Medellín, I need a finca
And a sexy mamacita
You look good in those adidas
Tell the paparazzi "please stop"
And we ain't even

to that
Alcohol, inside my veins, I feel it all
When that floor is soft, passing right out onto the ground
I won't feel at all, baby, just tell me that you

Heaven Gained Another Ten Inches 

Artist: Rose A. Alldey. Performed by Chelcie Lynn.

2020 Words by Zach Selwyn/Music by Jesse Siebenberg

My baby

know that's gettin' buried
Know my head still on straight, ma you ain't gotta worry
I was tryna clean my system, but it's still dirty
I was puttin' up

I ain't gonna do that shit you want 'cause I don't see my place
I'ma stick with trapping, rapping, flipping up my frito-lays

I want a Rolls
Get

Hella thick long hair and it's hers ain't no Remy 
Plus her accent so amazing love the way she call me Papi 
Mesmerized by her eyes wasn't no need for

Commas on, commas on, commas on, commas on
Just check what I'm worth, you can see it on the net
Just look on the net and you'll find it
I think this

Baby
Shawty
Got me singing this song
Shawty, got me singing this song
You know you was wrong
Now you weigh me down with a ton
Baby, i was tryna score

baby, we all eager
It's crazy I did everything I said I would
House by the Riverside, house by the beach
And a condo in the city mine
Dirty on my

it's a drive-by
My boys sprayin' for fun (Bang bang)
And yo' ass gon' be dead so
There ain't no sayin' you won (Nah)
And I got a 100 shots and, bitch
I

Hard to Handle

The Commitments

Notre Dame University: Fightin' Irish

2001

Baby here I am
I'm the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you gotta come home with me

I have got some good old lovin'
And I got

a clown
Bae come slide with me we be vibin and chillin we smokin good gas by the pound
I'm chokin you pullin yo hair and you all in my ear love the way that

She said baby we're back
I said well how 'bout that
Well boy, do you understand me?
I turned around, nearly spit my whiskey
But then her eyes