Lyrics:
up mama
I'm pretty far from the palm trees
I knew I'd make it here back when you used
To clean the whole house to John B
And I get goosebumps from head
love
That's a girl that'll stand by me
And look honey I didn't diss you
Therefore I shouldn't have to miss you
And now I feel like The Saturdays all
man, I'm white as a ghost
But it's my baby on the line from the jersey coast, she says
"c'mon home, honey," gonna make it after all, and it's
First
love
That's a girl that'll stand by me
And look honey I didn't diss you
Therefore I shouldn't have to miss you
And now I feel like The Saturdays all
sang to the clams and the whales
Oh, how I miss her seaweed hair
And the silver shine of her scales
But then her sister, she swam by
Set my heart
back at the plate
But swing and miss on the third time
And your bills are paid by the state
"Don't you worry 'bout healthcare,"
John Q stated,
my daughter
She so pretty and so smart
I'll take her to the park, she ride her Barbie car
She say daddy I love ya
I say I love you too
I miss my lil'
the things you’ve been through o my baby girl oh oh oh I I’m sorry that he left you with a pretty little boy but Imma be the man for y’all I no go fit leave
They say fallin' in love is too damn hard
It takes too long, but it never stopped me so far
I saw a pretty girl on Sunday, I hit her up Monday
She
you right
Pretty face wonu0027t always win the fight, donu0027t define by design
Traffic lights switch-red to green
Rain to sun as you to me
Girls we
you right
Pretty face wonu0027t always win the fight, donu0027t define by design
Traffic lights switch-red to green
Rain to sun as you to me
Girls we
The blue jean baby, L.A. Lady, a seamstress for the band
The pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her
Been a while since I felt something like this
And this time said I sure don't wanna miss it
So do you mind if I talk to you for a minute
Oh Lia Lia
seen me ha?
Man fuck a cop, I wasn't even tryin to stop
The conductor saw me boogeyin, and still closed the shit up
And I spit in his face, before
By the way you smell like
Ashtrays and Listerine
You act strange like Mr. Bean
And, probably gonna miss the point
It's a damn shame
You're the reason I
feel man I'm pretty dandy, Damn B, might miss the days you had me, pass me, huh
Took the gimmick for a minute, made a killing now
Bring the banners out,
My niggas wanna have fun with you, man
And they perfect stalkers searchin', snatchin' up strangers, anyone
None remaining, I get 'em all finished
instead
cus i feel like i'm already dead my methods ahuevo WITH smoke thats what the future
will roll in this head man getting a little chocked up rubbing
girl shake
What a shape (What a shape)
Thicky thicky
Can we get busy?
All that ass making me dizzy (Dizzy)
She hella pretty
Miss litty litty (Litty
Dreary days
Man I miss them pretty days
Still me and niggas getting paid
Dark phase I've been amazed
Been in a daze
For many days
I feel the haze
I'm still growing
Still smoke by the O
Guess I'm still blowing
I left Starkville went back home to Pensacola
Damn
Doesn't it feel good to be around yo
Naw man, all bitches are the same
Just like my hoes
You know, I keep 'em broke
Wake up one morning with some money
They're subject to go crazy, you
I'm speaking to lost loved ones
Catching up on times we've missed
Wanda can you hear me now?
I know the statics pretty thick
I hold the toy telephone
Paid a pretty penny for my belt what's behind it
A nickel wit a dime strobe light You'd get blinded
A quarter with a sight if I miss that's unlikely
I
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