Lyrics:
do whatever we want
And by the time were done here it'll probably be dawn
The picture was way hotter then the one Ive drawn
I never have a doubt cause
good luck tonight
And don't forget to drink water
And don't cup that mic, huh
Do me a favour and stay away from Ant's beer
No you can't bring your fans
Women dishin' but really thinking
"If anyone ever talks to one of my little girls
Like this I would kill him"
Guess I'm a little bit of a hypocrite
Women dishin' but really thinking
"If anyone ever talks to one of my little girls
Like this I would kill him"
Guess I'm a little bit of a hypocrite
Kenny!
Dude! Kenny is dead!
Chef: Hello there children! Let me sing you a little song.
"I'm gonna make love to yo woman..."
Man: Well you ain't Fiona
kidding?
Maybe these sins will be forgiven
Will be forgiven
CC, I'll be up in a bit
Go ahead and put a little bit up under your lip
I know you're barely
home by the phone
Talking to the person's unknown
Take me to another zone
This is my life on the phone
Well I feel like Donald Duck
Sold my eyes
I've been travelling the wild
Feel like the return
I'ma go a little bit numb i feel so high
High but I'm too far away
Somewhere you won't hurt
Where
a little boogaloo-shing-a-ling!
Well, this really shook Harry up, I mean it blew his whole bit, you know, ruined his
whole day So he run back to his cage
A little money in the bank
A little gas in my tank
Enough to get me to the next little gig
Naw I ain't goin' broke but I ain't gettin' rich, yeah
want to be there when your luck ceases
And your heart breaks in little bitty pieces
I was a link on your chain of fools
You drug me around, I was
by degrees
Never take a woman who is short and thick
Never take a woman who is short and thick
She'll have you hunting lions with
A little old walking
days like this
Days like this and uh
Mom said we'd have to try
Try a little bit harder
Mom said there would be days like this
Days like this and uh
Mom
The fog is gone and I see blue when everywhere I look is you
Never quite as clever as I wanna be but any little bit of you is plenty for me
And if
just wanted to shine
Figured it would only be a matter of time
Took a little bit to get in line with the grind
Now it's mine
I'm here to shine
I just
it's tryna fight
Lemme tell a little bit a bout my life
High school ain't nobody know me right
Like I was a ghost I wasn't in sight
Walk through
with her my light was dimmer
Not a bad thing she calmed me down like MSG dinners
Months pass by, got put in groups, ain't think much of it
Found my leg
Give me just a bit of that Midas touch
Just enough, just enough
Give me just a bit of that Midas touch
Just enough, yeah just enough
Could ya
the wall
I sucked it up and I blew it all
With my hands against the wall
Clap hands against the wall
Stay a little bit low
Remember you hide your traces well
that way
I'll be a little crazy till my dyin' day
Just a man on the run they call the Crazy Lemon
It's true that I jumped a little bit of bail
From
my own
Grew up with no dad to call my own
Sing a sad song just to call my own
Little did I know
It helped me walk that road alone
I was bullied by
I was a little down on my luck, knew would I persevere
Tampa Bay Buccaneers
Heating up, getting hot in here
Win the fight, musketeers
Play it safe,
What up
Hello, world
What up
Yeah, yeah, I'm up
Like, right now
You was saying, so what
Little nigga, hold up
Now you pushing your luck
duke pipe down
to take a taxi home
people's feet covered up his little tracks
soaked through and dreaming of a steaming bath
outta luck stuck wishin' he could find
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