Lyrics:
trains
Before all this pain we all wuz kangz
By the way
Married couples that use the one same
Facebook page are all like Krang
Every gay little page
feel my fucking hands)
I got a bit of Tanqueray
Little bit of Aliz'
Put it in a cup and I fill it to the brim
Bottom to the skies, then I do it all
Oh, and ringing off the wall
Mama, mama, mama, that's all
And by the time I get to Oklahoma, she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly in her restless
Don't think with your mind when you're pricing
Cause I married the game so we feel
That the cake need a little more icing
Sell out by the cases
Bitch
just a dime
Bentley steering wheel body
Cause you look better from behind
Grip around your waist turn it
Like I'm just trying to get a better view
Cause
that your locin' but you're brokin'
let me get you open
now little Timmy got his diploma and
little Jimmy got life
and Tamika around the corner just took
around me, you turn your back on me, I cannot forgive
You need to stop fucking with strippers, you run into agents and giving 'em tips
We kill your
and sixty pounds
And this bitch is all on 'em, thinkin' she's pretty
But Jimmy's married and fuckin' disgusted and so am I
'Cause I never been stuck up by
Oh, and ringing off the wall
Mama, mama, mama, that's all
And by the time I get to Oklahoma, she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly in her restless
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
MMMBop
You have so many relationships in this life
Only one or two will last
You're going through all this pain and strife
Then you turn your back
way to see Katrina
She said she need a "Freak Like Me," like Adina
Fucked her by mistake she had a twin named Regina
I seen her, lights excite all
won't stop when she get started
Like the freak you married, I had to get with her
Ain't no doubt, Short Dog would get her
I'm a cold player, I can't
that I had at the time was singing. And I thought, well, if I could get a record deal and become a singer, then I can make lots of money and become
all pushing
Eager to get their names marked off
And move inside the auditorium
I don't share their enthusiasm
If I could turn around and go home, I
up the phone
I called up the other, dropped a little know-how
Kicked it to her smoooooth, that other level style
Then I dropped the second step
forgot about me
And I'm sittin here, butt-motherfuckin-naked G
But after time went by, yo
You know a nigga like me, had to get down for mines
And I
the memories I've had oh
All of the things that I did back then
She would always turn heads when she'd fall through
She would always make moves how a boss
an intervention
I take my inner tension, then I get adventurous
No good is stupid, so eventually, they'll pay attention (I'm right here)
Problem was persistence,
where i think my personal
Philosophy of life started
With that moment in my mind
I have always believed and thought since then
That my motion had to be
can't nobody touch it
Ms. I don't rain, I'm hailing
Go get the umbrellas
Ms. Silence in the room
Click, click, click my Jimmy Choos,
Listen around
Big kid, big city, don’t feel the same
When I look around, I don’t know the name
Of the sweet, little lady in the checkout lane
It’s so strange to me
it'll get worst
I guess I'm just fucking cursed
That little sticky stay by my side
Thought you was my hitta you was my ride or die
I don trust you about
left with a hug
Even worse to know this dork wasn't getting no love
I had a crush then (crush then)
She was mad cool (mad cool)
I'm talking bout
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