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l'envie) Je ne sais pas si Ray Charles a vu son succès Akhi le temps passe et les artistes se succèdent Moi, je me suis imposé dans le monde du hip-hop
pull a damn anorexic bitch in a tug o' war But then I made enough money for me to fund a tour Now the ladies show me the goodies under their Wonderbra
and drink beer by the crate i go's away..........another can i sold my car and bought a camper-van but i only got as far as fukin' Porthcawl when the engine
Church on a Sunday, club on a Tuesday Spitting hot fire, this is your doomsday They don't like what I say so they try to sue me You can't fool me
I think we could use a couple umbrella beach chairs And some waves in our Ray-Ban view Got a little overtime money that I saved up Oughta get us
Intro: Yo Saafir what's goin' on playboy? Saafir: What's really goin' on? Huh, you tell me baby. Saafir:Hey, it's like this man. I gotta let
Hey...pause a moment If you seen some dick off in her, dog would you get sick to yo stomach [Hook x5] [Verse 3] I confess, got me stressed, give me one to my
ain't getting done Poolside, Mai Tai, Ray-Bans, sunshine Sun-soaked head to toe 6 pack smoke-show c little window-shopping, hey, it's never been a crime
Don’t stop beating They put me in the oven to bake. hey, me, what? miserable cake. Feeling the heat, I started to bubble. Watching the others, I knew I
the taste just like fine wine And the light glimmers off your face Reflecting light like sun rays bouncing off the surface of lakes If we were made by bake
Hey summertime, I really think I'm feelin' you Especially when you shinin' those beams like you do Grab one beer And A bitch or maybe two
Sweet Joy Butterfly flaps its wings in Brazil, Tornadoes in Texas. Hold my hand, walking two by two, Noah forgot us. Protect us. If you were
pants em Never get the chance um 40 in the coupe Low mileage Stache fleek Just went to the stylist Party in the back I'm billy ray cyrus Feeling like
destroys the black Or they take you out, one by one. Basted, baded and done. A nigga dead from exposure to the sun. Victims of hostile elements.
I'm back by popular demand Well not really, but my optimism's grand A little success has got me in a jam I never thought I'd say I got too many
I don't care, Man, that's pant of the system, I'm punk, But who's gonna indict the Wall Street Journal, just me and Bob Ray, It's just part
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