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of April. Good stuff! Anyway, by the way I've gotta go,
so look, if I don't see you in the spring which ain't too far away right, I'll see you in a mattress!
with us
We ain't ever playin'
I'm talkin' 'bout that groupie love
We gon' shoot a nigga out his shoes
If you snooze, then your ass gon' lose
You
Praises to you, my Lord, for lettin' me be a part of it
I was that kid that, been there, did that
Became ashamed so I hid that, but ain't no longer with
Praises to you, my Lord, for lettin' me be a part of it
I was that kid that, been there, did that
Became ashamed so I hid that, but ain't no longer with
this cold
Landlord flows, get evicted quick
Now you're doing road
Chat about me? Yes I turn it round
Love my sound, you can't turn this down
the line-up
First album, the EP was No I.D
Last album, the executive producer is me, I'm set free
Sayonara
So the crazy shit is right, like, when we was
prom— I promise!
This is a token of my affection
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
I'm here to make right what is destined
I love
on a leash
I was saved by the bell just like Screech
So I went and flooded my teeth
I just fucked her on the beach
Some I just met on the beach
You think I
It happened 25 years ago, my friend
We started up to be a rock 'n' roll band
So we're gonna have a party tonight
We're gonna rock (We're gonna rock)
miss you so) whoa - now I miss you so
I feel the wind around me certain it calls my name
the wispered way that you did now drowned out by the rain
Now
that this nigga know
How about you show me them little ol'
Racks
On the low
With my bag under the mistletoe
No cameltoe for paper on the low
I'm not
"faded love"
And let's all dance
If you're gonna play in Texas
You gotta have a fiddle in the band
I remember down in Houston
We were puttin'
up all of my love
Come down from the ceiling
I didn't mean to get so high
I couldn't do what I wanted to do
When my lips were dry
You can't just
with the band...I starred in the video! Did you see that? Did you see that handsome geezer with the blue
chops? Wasn't half cold out there! Anyway no! We
you- (I love you, Tread)
I'm guessing we gonna find out in a bit, ay
I was, I was at the rave telling girls "don't do them pills 'cause you might just
like I was made for this)
Swing with your right
Just know I'm gon come from behind
Yeah, so you better hide
Cause if you don't I'm gon go find (gonna go
Well it's time to face the law
You shouldn't have done it now I'm breaking down the wall
No time to run around lurking through the hall
I'm gonna hunt
so tense
Count up my blessings I get to the bands
She said she want me bitch don't make no sense
Ain't gonna love you when you fall again
perfect and lovely, yah
Used to be young and so funny, yah
Now I make racks with my buddies, yah
She loves it when I call her Honey, hey
I put my dick
in my pants
Said she loves my songs and i put her in a trance
You could tell me why you hating while im counting up my bands
Getting rubber bands yeah
heard lil mama wanna f***
She gotta man but... he don't got no bands 2 run it up
If I hit it guaranteed that b**** is gonna fall in love aye
She keep
lemon
And I know you gonna go to jail and you
Gon' turn sour just like
A motherfucking lemon
She don't wanna be a freak no more
I know that ho lyin'
Look
doin' the brown nose
So remember: when I shout "What you gonna do?"
You're gonna shouts back "Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose"
Think you can handle
Leave her
Leave her
Don't you go and meet her
She only want them bands I swear
She only want them bands I swear you're only gonna get hurt
only gonna
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