Lyrics:
what he says
I think she's really fucked up in the head
And she will come back by his house
Smart as a fox, quiet as a mouse
And she will leave
I pulled a punt down the fox 'n' grapes,
A game of darts an' a lot of beer,
I said "can you hold your liquor love?"
She said "yes I can, always by
Chorus:
Room games and diamond rain
It's a fox hunt, it's a f-stop
It's a ten acre wood.
Outbound on a western train
It costs a quarter man
Out
the love you hold, she does it hot but oh so cold. Puss-bone white,
super tight, she's triple-X by candlelight. WEEDA- WEEDA- WADDA- HOODA- HOODA- HA,
the time fox?
Thinking clearly
Stepping up and over
And baby, I don't wonder why
You feel I remind you of...
And baby, I don't wonder why
I hit the ground
Heartbreaking bravery
Exists
When you were next to the wild animals
I was the baby still on the tit
And now I want your sex
But I am not the fox
the hallway left on by an angel
And I creak up the stairs and I pause at the threshold
To take off my boots and my clothes in the dark
With my nose like
Whoa oh, whoa oh
I'd be sleeping now if it was up to me
Sly fox, you really tricked me
Now you've got me on a leash
Throw me a bone, just drive
promoter, alright, just remember it's crunk night
Mc lars, in that case, I guess it won't be a problem
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wanna love, wanna sift through the creation time by
Night with your thoughts you know
I am just a literary fox with a song
They come in like shells
him
If I times that by two, they're dividing him
Add doggy to the equation if
He rides with him
"Tron takes trips to the equator
You can't fly with him"
Whosoever is born of God does not commit sin
For his seed remaineth in him
And he cannot sin, because he is born of God
Buck! Yo-a griselda by
the check and
Baby girl still counting
Stupid fruity loud pack
We blowing by the ounces
I'm so high, I could see Stone Mountain
Stupid fruity loud pack
for a famous fuck
Approached her at this gala see
If she came to bluff
Kanye's 30th, Louie Vuitton store
The top floor
Custom suit's tailored by Tom
the ladder
you brought the fox for dinner
got to follow through
fond jealous eyes on you
try getting by being crood
stretching the night to thin
crowd
all been scammed!
Oh no, oh no
Can't tell Dad that I lost two hundred dollars
He'll pull me by the collar
Scream and shout
Maybe hit me, foaming
went All-American, he was really near
He got shot in a drive-by, now his whole family fears
No Hall of Fame, just hall of tears in a hospital
This
Headphones on banging Pac’s Dear Mama made me appreciate a strong woman who holds her family down
Going through a break-up
Me? I would bang Jamie Fox and Mary
by your charms
And now they want to do you harm
A wasted opportunity
Makes you a public enemy
So now make like a fox and flee
No, don't lie
No more
friends
And I searched my reflection
For traces of great American men
I came to ask
If I’m supposed to be a fox
Why do I feel like a hen
What is this
Pożyczyłem śmierci śmieciom nawet nikt nie oddał
Idziesz po nas? Życzę zdrowia rozkminicie sobie zwrotki
Z tej strony rudy dzieciaku a życie to nie Fox Kids
to feel you in my to feel you in my arms
I don't know how I keep moving forward
there's some kind of fox that lives deep inside
it's tough silky quiet
by pośmigać z ekipą na rollerkach
Pyknąć w Warszawiaka no i jakaś prywatka
Małpka flaszka na zapojkę byle co
Wtedy nikt nie wiedział co to koks
Na
Mrs. Cambie, I'm so sorry I just couldn't help but stare
At that pink, fox-collared raincoat that you wear
When I left Tomato I had one foot out
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