Lyrics:
to kiss him, he used to hug her
Call it deep love or puppy love, they bunked off school
Now there's no flame, things ain't the same
Look's like she's
baby oh baby
When I look behind me what do I see
That girl she's standing there waiting for me
Ooh she keeps buggin me, buggin me, buggin me all
Before she is misbehaves and she Choke me
Black raves out of blue feed me into a slaughter machine
Bit by bit her sweet speeches like honey
Enough to draw
the pretty kitty, when I slide through I always leave it drippy (Ooh yeah)
Money bags stacking to the tippy top of a high ceiling having trap house (Trap trap)
Mouth so pretty
With lips like angelina
I ain't neva seen a chik
Look like such a winner
Shawty got an extra bite
She got a little foreign in
Her
in January
I was sleep till February (Shit)
Pretty bitch
She look too nice but the head was scary
Three-five after three-five
Like it's necessary
Five
see it
I hate to see that look in your eye
But every time you try to call her over there
Lil' mama stare, she say, "Fuck that nigga!"
When I put
(CHORUS)X 2
Whacha doin girl wit all dat (ooh nuttin)
What's all that pokin from the back (ooh nuttin)
Whacha got goin over there (ooh nuttin)
What's
My Truly, Truly Fair
Guy Mitchell
Backed by Mitch Miller and his Orchestra
Written by Bob Merrill
Peaked at # 2 in 1951
Competing versions
is it so hot down here?
Hotter than a crucible
It ain't right and it ain't natural
Lover, you were gone so long
Lover, I was lonesome
So I built
of class to business (yeah)
And I went from cash to digits (yeah)
She stripping like that's religion (yeah)
So I give her a cash baptism (yeah)
I ain't
and thinkin' that, her life meant nothin'
But when she looks at those kids she raised all by herself
She knows she had some help, yeah, she knows
He ain't
and thinkin' that, her life meant nothin'
But when she looks at those kids she raised all by herself
She knows she had some help, yeah, she knows
He ain't
it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (dímelo)
Right there up on Broadway,
Takeoff he gon' bang with me homie (brr)
Give it to 'em, ooh yeah get in there
Ooh yeah, get in there, get
In there, get in there, get in there
(woah)
Get
into money, yeah yeah
Shawty's dancing with some rhythm
Her moves is on 10, yeah her looks gon' kill 'em
She a dime piece
Pretty little queen
If you
Bob
Bob got it goin' on with no job
And everything Rob got he got from Robin
And everything she got she got ho-hoppin'
My girl Jilly wanna be like
on something I wanted for years
If my brother need some money, man I prolly sell that shit hey
Break it into pieces, ooh wow there it is
Brothers make real
the girl
But she ain't fooled, her mother taught her well
It's not submission, it's just the look in her eyes
There's no decision, it's just the look in
before and won’t think twice
So get out whilst you can cos there’s no turning back
Yeah she looks good but she’s a maniac
Ooh, Ooh
She’s the Devil
the talk, 'bout all the guns
But no bodies
Bitch look pretty, but some of them gyal deh
Got no bodies
'Bout you bag grams, who’s your rap fans?
Nobodies
Nigga
(Keith, Hannon)
Looks so good, from her head to feet
[Body English tights and] to me so so sweet
Got a perfect ten, there ain't no doubt
She's
got dubbed
No $2,500 for the tuss
We S-class bitch no scrub
Bad bitch look good no dub
She thick not sweet, show love
My bitch too fye on god
I drop
'Cause girls go and tell all their friends
That's one of many reasons why I ain't sendin' DMs
Look, I'm gonna keep this cake
And I'm gonna eat this
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