Lyrics:
Got the ticket
Ready to rock
What a rip-off
The play folk!
3 day stubble men in cowboys' shirts
Fuckin' Neil Young wannabees
A touch of class
Touch
niggas laying in the cut
Like a pit never give up
Character ass, amateur ass, damage your ass
With a touch of class handle that ass
Two aluminum
(Honey honey touch me touch me)
Girl class
(Show me that you want me want me)
Girl class
(Honey honey touch me touch me)
Girl class
(Show me that you want
whole life being my perfect wife
I need a
Girl class
Honey, honey, touch me, touch me
Girl class
Girl class
Girl class
Show me that you want me, want me
unfold
Yes I like Susie Glass
A touch of creepy a hint of class
With a nice tight little ass
Give it to me give it to me
Give it to me with your silver
did see ooh
Esscnec so devine perfect touch of class
Randiant as the sun shines
Stay forever young what kindly I say to you
As sure as the wind blows
And when you're acting, things are not as they appear
What can I say? I giggled and raised my glass
We had an understanding and a touch of class
Beer is
A touch of class
A sip of wine
The fantastical city of lights
Melts into a dream sublime
A slice of moon
A lonely tune
A fleeting cloud
The stars
I'm a cowboy on a steel horse
In the wild west
Hot-boy got a hot-bride
In a black dress
Quick draw
Try to touch this
But you too low
High class
Tryna
more candles than a midnight mass
That fancy mirror adds a touch of class
But do you know how good a mounted bass
Would look there on that wall
fly you first class, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, yeah, touch that ass
Now I don't mind throwin' cash, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass,
that I brought my friends
She was fine, sweet with a touch of class
No Head, No Backstage Pass
Funk used to be a bad word to you
I couldn't stop myself
marinatin'
In your satins, sexy a**, I get some like my old dad
I love my women bad, with just a little touch of class
You'se the Star by far, look
old dad I love my women bad
With just a little touch of class
You'se the star by far, look at you ma
Shake your thang-thang girlfriend, you cherchez
Mesmorized by his style, could tell he was wild
but he had a touch of class and a million buck smile
Got a thing for a thug and he fit the profile
Thug
In France, they've got a dance
A feel real crazy dance
A touch of class and a dash of romance
Feel that crazy dance
Boogie woogie dance
Boogie
seh di worst pass
Every time me touch di plane now a first class
Nuff boy did ah say me nah go reach nowhere
Now ah Genna Genna deh inna dem girl
a toast with a cup'o'glass.
And I close my door with a touch of class.
The fresh memba Drew Howard,
So upper-class.
Ha-ha, I should upper-class,
Futuristic
a clue
I've been waiting to turn back around
I don't deserve you keeping me out
I hit that first class just to touch down
I try to take off without being
the trouble with love.
An overnight bag with a weekend pass,
Tea and toast with a touch of class.
Mission accomplished,
That's the trouble with love
Smokin' on all that gas (Smoke that gass, what?)
Filled my cup with sorrow (Yeah, yeah)
Bitches can't touch my class (Class, class)
Rockin' exotic I got
When the track gets wrecked in sesh
And blessed with a touch a class
Bullshit ill have to pass
No mumbling round here
Its only the best of bars a class
overwhelmed
See, hear, a touch of class
To my taste I want to grasp
With both hands and embrace
When present in my space
I'm overwhelmed
Present - I'm
You've been saving up for a touch of class
Ear to the wall and your face to the glass
But like the man says you've gotta have the notes
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