Lyrics:
Happy Days
The track plays, I'm in the shades, singin a phrase
Livin lovin, lovin livin, it's all good
I'm lovin livin, it's all good
Livin lovin,
on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen that look
good in her clothes, head to her toes, toes
Prime time chick, she the type to get chose, chose
Baby girl she so fine, she make a nigga wanna shout,
want plea the blood against Lucifer
Faithful, righteous, holy one
In the name of Jesus Christ mi call Capleton
Because you bless him as a talented young
This a funny one
But she told me to make a song about her
So she's getting one
I mean I'm not gonna get her in trouble
But
I mean I hope not
I met
Wit That?
R.Kelly N Twista
[Chorus:]
I Can Tell Just By Lookin At Yo Body
When U Walk Up In The Club Girl
That U Got Good Sex
Even Though I Haven't
with my
Homework all by herself
Alone in a strange country i
Can't imagine how frustrating
It must have been for her to have
Worked her whole life in
gates
I have been delivered
It's about a hunnid
Degrees
Cold outside, warm in the sheets
Long week, said it's good to be free
I agree, glad I got a freak
G.O.O.D. would've been God except I added more O's
If I knew she was cheatin' I'd still've bought her more clothes
'Cause I was too busy with my
riches and them cars
But she just wanted a better family
Because her parents divorced early, her papa, he was taken by the force
Mother on crack and she
no melrose
And when she come around I don't wanna see no damn clothes
I keep my bitches wet you can tell by my ex's eyes
She put that work in to it
put her in her place no melrose
And when she come around I don't wanna see no damn clothes
I keep my bitches wet you can tell by my ex's eyes
She put
no melrose
And when she come around I don't wanna see no damn clothes
I keep my bitches wet you can tell by my ex's eyes
She put that work in to it
and got some good lovin' and
Who's that girl that can take it down on her man and turn it into something
[Chorus]
You's a superstar
That's what you
The shit they paying all the bills for
Man, I missed it, that cake taste delicious
They can't wait for vacations, paid for, by pictures
I'm feeling good
back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
Man I live up in B.R, I'ma die up in B.R
I got shit to do today
got that good-good, she Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her with her attractive ass
So pack your bags, I fly you in
Soon as she land, we get it
more shit
Yeah, I got a good view when I'm at the club
I saw you right when you was walkin' in
I was gon' catch you by the end of night
And make you
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
To dig those soft and lotioned knees into the floor
And take it in, that sweetly spread ass like a real pro whore"
Her subsequent screams seemed
To dig those soft and lotioned knees into the floor
And take it in, that sweetly spread ass like a real pro whore"
Her subsequent screams seemed
she can
Taste how good her pussy is
Feelin' good
(feelin' good) , lookin' good (lookin' good)
Livin' good (livin' good)
Everything is good (everything
lit
Yeah she's a pop girl
I can tell by all of her clothes that she's a rockstar
I can see the coke in her nose
I think she knows
The way she living
who's best
Now that you heard thoughts quite absurd
Convince your sis, put in a good word
Your sister's def
At last, an erotic feast
We're slaying
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