Lyrics:
perfect all the time
She sexy by design
I don't pull up for nothing
But your body dey make adey run and shouting
Big Butty gal fun fooler op3d3 oba me d3
you rock
I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike
What are you waiting for?
I said a hip hop,
The hippie to the hippie
The hip hip
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
Yeah
Big Love and respect to all the mothers out there in the world
This goes for you
MAMA
For the love you dey show me everyday
I sing for you
Mama
tomorrow love sweet by and by
For the child who is coming and for dreams that come true
Sing a song for each other for me and for you
Sing a song for all
for?
I'ma sing you into the friend zone, friend zone
I'ma sing you into the friend zone, friend zone
I'ma sing you, I'ma sing you
I'ma sing you into
Do Re Mi
The first three notes just happen to be
Do Re Mi, Do Re Mi
Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti
Okay, I'll make it easier for you
Do, a deer, a female
man for do dem marry you sef
Oh we ch33
From the time you be school girl
You kai I catch you for gams mia you tee
Somebody cross I slap am tee
Y3nfa me
oh
Menso mey3 yie oh
Ama atamfo ani ewu
Me pie p3 na b3bia wu
Got love for my mama
Mekyer3 no s3 me ago hammer
I be moving low like osama
Onipa ny3
wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I
wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I
of days gone by
Sing me to sleep, oh sing me a love song
Sing me a lullaby of days gone by
Sell my soul to the devil just to get paid
I'm taking one
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
stoned Scoob? (Raggy! Zoinks!)
No I just want to be alone
Dude!
Am I old school
In a boomer's tool
In a box behind a lock
Passcode stands for fuck!
CDs are
thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all
Now to the Lord sing praises all you within this place
(Soal,
money, let the hoes keep throwin'
I once met a tender, she did it for free
On the Foothill bust number forty-three
All the way on the back she was
sumyɛ loop in your head
Boy I shaked your foundation
Married to this game and there's so many shids here that you don't know
Wonim ne3 ntia aware3 aa 3y3
a tan, but I'm black already
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already
Three niggas with me, me myself and I
God don't like ugly, you should
need it by tomorrow
Make i send am on a low low, she don't want make her friends know
Fifty Ghana for my shoto, she go say make i borrow
She don't care
importants que la beauté
Malheureusement on trouve des hypocrites de tous cotés
I do everything by myself I don't need anybody
B*tch just wear your clothes I
Sing for the moment, I hit the high note
Someone please let Elton John know
Tell the lieutenant I'm Hect Camacho
With a Catholic priest
for?
I'ma sing you into the friend zone, friend zone (In, in, in)
I'ma sing you into the friend zone, friend zone (In, in, in)
I'ma sing you, I'ma sing
I see the streets are empty
one step, two step
three step, four
I see the skies are empty
no more knocking at my door
As time goes by
the earth can
everybody and sing
Everyone can see we're together
As we walk on by
(And) and we fly just like birds of a feather
I won't tell no lie
all of the people around
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