Lyrics:
walks (uh)
No substance, just small talk
Now why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
And workin' your back until you
walks (uh)
No substance, just small talk
Now why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
And workin' your back until you
dreams
Five years of feeling lonely but knowing I'm the only one
Whose love ever mattered anyway
Five years that I'd rather be alone than take another
As men we were taught to hold it in
That's why we don't know how 'til we're older men (yeah)
If love is a place, I'ma go again
At least now, now I know
tryna take no risk
Say you loving that lil hoe she only love doing dicks
(Damn Damn Damn Damn)
Bitch I'm the five
Your hoe turned on by my voice she just
!
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Let me see, let me see
How should I start
If I say stop the violence, I won't chart
Maybe I should write some songs like Mozart
'Cause many people
opener was gold and
I LOVE RAPPIN' 'BOUT MY WIFE
Twenty Years Old, I've been married for a year and five
Months and we'll grow old, I'm just not the type
appreciate that, uhhd
The song changes to: The Jackson Five
- I Want You back
The song changes to: The Doors - Five to One
Yo this song right here
I remember
at you any
But let it be known
That song was never released, it leaked
I'd never gave you that much attention intentionally
Then I look on the TV, now
her a letter by my Uncle Thud
And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud
One day I was riding in a beautiful land
I run smack into an Indian band
As a man I'll admit it: That
Shit really fucked me up
But hey fuck that ho!
Love is blind
That's why I say make sure that
Bitch is a seeing-eye dog
Another
the bottom of the food chain(Cut your hair and dyed it blond)
(Never thought I'd ever write a song about)
Why stop
(You and how I love your thong)
I know that
. love
I'll never let it fade
Love v. love
Will never be denied
Love, it's Love
It is the source of life (yeah)
Oh why
So sad how we forget
When
The burial song
The burial song
The burial song
The burial song
The burial song
The burial song
The burial song
The burial song
The burial
If you bout' it, then why you so scared for your life
Stop grooming lil boys in the dark of the night
-Bitch my Choppa love niggas like Yuri On Ice
obstacle
She was my heart
I don't know the tribe or the fall
But by default she don't think of me
I thought she was an Indian (Navajo)
She be slangin'
Thank y'all, how y'all doin'? Yeh, my names Colt Ford
I just came here to do a little song for y'all
'Bout where I come from, the way I see it
I
This one for my baller niggas
That hate when the weakest ho in
The club try to approach him
Some songs the ladies love me
The girls gon' hate me for
It's 5 o' clock in the morning
Conversation got boring (y tú lo quieres)
You said you'd go in to bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom (this is
There once was an Indian brave by the name of Yellow Hand
He fell in love with a maiden know as White Sands
They vowed their love would last
Hey baby, uh, it's me
Um, our anniversary's comin' up, it's a pretty big one
And, um, I wrote a song for you
So I'm just leaving you this
Jazzy B and Apache Indian, what you're choosin' (wherever you are)
Everybody follow us and no losin'
And by the way, you haffi hear me say
Me love di gyal
Jazzy B and Apache Indian, what you're choosin' (wherever you are)
Everybody follow us and no losin'
And by the way, you haffi hear me say
Me love di gyal
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