Lyrics:
really like to be alone
Baby I'm just being honest
Baby I'm just being honest
Baby I'm just being honest
When I 1st seen you walk by yea baby you aint
me watch him work in a dark room
He'd make a bath, drop in the print then rinse off the shiny black and white
That dark room is now a light
Ooooh, Ooooh, youu0027re so fine
Talking to you girl, Letu0027s go
1st verse-
Hey pretty baby with the high heels on,
I ainu0027t seen a girl as bad
comes winter
But on October 31st we a buffet dinner
To any mummy or zombie know the ladies up high
Keep an eye over shoulder or they swoop on by
Pick you
that garlic drug
Mantras when I spit this flow, knowledge filled up in every bar
But I'm guided by the light, no shine, soldier of the father but I ain't
turn up hey
Olamide must come this night
See Amaka don dey do yanga
She dey disappoint men with her big bakka
She call me last night to come storm
Hey, yeah, I wanna shoop, baby
Ooh, how you doin', baby?
No, not you
You, the bow-legged one, yeah
What's your name?
Damn, that sounds sexy uh
Here I
The old men are sitting around
They are looking kinda sad
They are talking about the past
And the women they should have
And it works the same way
(brr)
All up in her ear - let's make them bambinos"(hey)
Hey hey, Amigo! (migo)
You know I've been puttin' in work illegal (illegal)
All across
Every piece of the world
Rate the message of the worlds
All men, women, boys, and girls, hey our Planet Rock is superb
Get on it
You got the groove,
you been it just matters how you living/
Plus we put a lotta work can't describe what the feeling/
Ha re gadikile thata get the Eff outa the kitchen/
No
Heeeeeey!
Brodajuwon again
Hey….listen
I want to secure the massive big bag …
Stack the real big racks
Getting money in large
But I know is all
we're in the cabin of Mr. Glass Eye
Mr. Glass Eye, hey there my friend, so here's the deal
I need some money, you need some zeal
By my calculations, your
Paradise is Mine
by Lyman Chaffee
Wake up my sleeping one
The rising sun's our prison cell
Work all day, work all day
Do it again, do it again, do
on the creep creep
Bangin randoms e-ver-ry week
"Hey bae" text from bitches ain't me
Janky hoes wishing they was me
Throwing hands like he gone hit me
Fucked
gone for the day, I'm by myself
Buckets of throw up are next to my computer
Hoping that they show up 'cause what I'm about to do to 'em
Would make
play,
they lay, he gets ziplocked.
Gonna rip that flesh, buckshot kill.
Pass the bodybags to the niggas from off St.
Clair, leavin?us wig splitters.
All
lame legs
Just like slinging the stone, to give the glory to a fool,
Lazy souls seem wiser to himself than seven men speaking judgement
//
Hey
Father
saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly.
The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand.
...And it's hey babe your supper's waiting
could do no wrong
You'd come home from work
And I jumped in your arms when I saw you (I was so excited)
I was so happy (so happy to see you, so happy
could do no wrong
You'd come home from work
And I jumped in your arms when I saw you (I was so excited)
I was so happy (so happy to see you, so happy
à péter j'prépare mes missiles scud
Mec loyal cherche pas d'similitude
J'plane comme un aigle royal pendant qu'les pies discutent
Avoue qu'c'est dingue
and leaves her very drained and week
And when you work fourteen hour days
Or right through the night till the next morning says hey
And on through the next
nigga go to forgettin' shit
Your co-defendant singin', was on some Boyz 2 Men shit
Fundamentals, move work and rental
Hustlin', business to attend
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