Lyrics:
be afraid girl it's just us
'Cause all my worries gone to dust
'Cause all I feel right now is lust
For tonight you're the one I trust
Don't be afraid
Rosa mi amor
I feel captivated by your all girl
Be my whole world
Out here dancing all alone
All I need is your warm body now girl
Get here now girl
Def making a movie!
True Story, True Story, Sit back Grab Ya Popcorn
You aint got to like me, I was called by Jesus
You aint got to like me, she was
bayou) bring down a saint
No, no, mama, the devil done do-si-do
See two young boys lying dead by side of the road
Shame shame
Oh its a shame
It’s Saint Valentine's Day!
It's the Holiday of lovers!
Write your lover’s name,
today we’re free in our desires.
Even modest sends
a love confession by
that you flippin' your hair, can tell by the why you flippin' your hair
Girl I know you want to, oh ya
Girl I know you want to, oh ya
You feelin' me
nights
Singing songs by the campfire light
Dancin in the headlights even when it rains
Saturdays out on the boat
With a girl that'll shoot you straight no
by your side
Baby girl, I wanna be in your life
And everytime I go to Miami
Visiting Versace
To see your body
Tropical baby
We go visiting my
by chance
Thrill is there, she don't really care
Swift like an eagle, innocence of a young girl
Tornado Jane
I heard she's on the move again
(Takes no
The truth is that you ruthless and I swear you gotta man scheming
The way you move that body girl, gotcha ya man feenin
Pinch me if I'm dreaming
I see you by
Said I drive her nuts by the way that I dangle
Said I hit her spot cuz I hit the right angle
1st Team All-Scheme
Learned to finagle
Leave a hole in
Saint Kyrt - Chucky
Ex girl wanna suck me, her dude want to cut me
And my star want to bust me, and the pastor want my money
I don’t have no friends,
Yeah, girl, I need your love
Can you show me how to fall in love? (Ooh)
Ain't no need to rush
I just feel something when you gimme your touch
champagne by the rockaways
Sip champagne by the rockaways
Not a holiday
But we can get away
Pretend that its Saint tropez
Sip champagne by the rockaways
Sip
Yeh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeh
Told her come on, yeah
I'm loving your tone
I bought her that Yves Saint Laurent, she rocking that Fenty for when I get home
She hate
It feels like I'm walkin' on air
When we walk down our street
When the neighbors stop to watch us walk by
You can hear 'em talking (let them talk)
They might catch me on my low low
Faded Jeans, rings like Frodo
Billy Jean, pussy loco
Stole that girl, I broke the bro code
They might catch me
why the whole crew abandoned ship
I'm lost in arctic, lucky my soul cold
Brain melted in by soul glo
Me, myself, my palm in this cold world
You go girl
to feed my baby
I don't sleep enough for this
I'm way too fucking weak for more of this
It's like I'm waking with thieves that take the piss
By robbing me
I went down to Saint James Infirmary,
To see my sweetheart there...
She was lying on the table,
So white, so cold, so bare.
Well I went to old Joe's
Looking for the digits
Plug hit up
On a mission
Snorting woah
Like I'm kicking goals
Doping on my own
Chugging
Saints Flow
Ganging Saints Row
Playing
speaks
Too busy talkin' bout the bad girl down the street
Saturday satan Sunday saint...
This little song holds good advice though some people may think
You don't pass your time in limbo
Or hang out with the crowd
Sitting on the stoop like a little girl
Who took the wrong road into town
But you
race
I drop the casket like I'm Darby Allin
I'm not spitting heat
Bitch I'm puking ashes
I start the fires when I'm fucken rapping
With gasoline by
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