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When it's hard she stood by me
Like a reggae man with a guitar like this
She is my backbone she lives in me
Her lips like a spicy in the meal
Na
naw)
All these hoes wanna be models cuz they ain’t got no talent (So sad)
And these niggas 30 plus still out here hustling for outfits
What a game - yea
Making shit up man you know I wouldn't lie to you
Uh damn Bitch wild n out got me pleading the fifth
8 hit her once told her ass get a lift
Been grinding
bitch
Want to eat Benihana’s
I’ve been drippin
Sippin lean out the bottle
Taking trips , taking trips with a model
Beat the pussy up you know Ima
The champ is here
Up in the hills she gon' twerk some'n (Yea)
Pop me a perc (Yea), I can't feel none'n (Yea)
All these niggas hatin', man, they look
all tonight on de conch boat Fishnin lobster tails gimme mine Mine diving down by de reef Man I eating good tonight
Wake up in the morning early in
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
close by your side
And I will guarantee that we'll have fun on man alive
I was looking back to see
Oh me oh gee perhaps you'd notice me if I wadn't
Of love for yu for yu
A fi di gal dem wey dey love
Dem man dem to di max
Sweetness aguan
the morning with her on my mind
Took to find it out all night I been cryin'
But I believe a woman's a man's best friend
I'm gonna stick by hr till the very
the vanishing act
Are you really gone forever or you plan to come back?
Another man damaged by the vanishing act
Who would've thought you had a magical knack?
Where's that gal with the red dress on some folks called her Dinah
Stole my heart away from me down in Louisiana
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too
Vich Shakal Asal Ch Tusi Ki Ho?,
Tusi Mere Layi Ki Ho? Mein Ravan Hundred Tusi Rehnde Zero,
Oh Gal Sun Haye Tu Hai Jhoote Teri Akhan Ch Nazar Aaye,
Mere
come with plans for draggin'
Em&m and denace and spencer behind me
Along on the floor cos they remind me
Of a mamby pamby or a man in panties
When
step it up and go
Got a little girl, she stays upstairs
Make a livin' by puttin' on airs
Gotta step it up and go
Yeah, man
I can't stand pat, swear you
talkin' 'bout cheddar
Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
Just abide by, what your ride by
Cause we abide by what we ride by, HA!
[All]
Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Priest, don't hit me no more"
the dope and we smoke it by the load
I know that you hate it when I let you go
But if you want to go then let me know
I won't fight for you I would hold
lose friends
We'll fuck em all, motherfuck them all
We was never friends anyway, nigga watch me ball
And so I'm a dreamer, I want it all
Man I come from
MET THE MAN UPSTAIRS YESTERDAY
TOLD ME THAT THE MAN DOWNSTAIRS DON'T PRAY
DATS THE SAME MAN
SENDING WOMAN MY WAY
THEY SAY THATS THE SAME MAN
Just enough to keep to myself, and smoke half man
About to kill my boss, today I had a bad day
This fucker cut me off all the way from the last lane
It
around for me backway
Turn around for me Yeah
Ride it like a jockey, like ah jockey
Grab you by your throat and slap you on your ass
Open out wide now,
man, yeah
Bitch she gave me face man, yeah
Bitch I got a rocket launcher
It look like it's made by Fendi
Bitch I'm really evil
You know I ain't with
a while I was a model man too
I was there for you
Always change in the world we see
The tides ebb, you drifted from me
Used to say, old enough to chose
I
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