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never Cool like Mike Posner No Queen B. No Lorde No No Nothing close to royal I'm just a poser I'm just a joke And I know you know it I'm not in denial
beautiful liar I'm still breathing you can't kiss me kill me darling I know you miss me can't resist me call me Miss B I love it when you call me Miss B.
(C.W. McCall, B. Fries, C. Davis) Did you see me at Westport Landing On the wide Missouri shore? Did you hear the west wind calling In the spring
We were meant to be together Like the sun and the moon and flowers in June We were meant to be together Just like paper and glue, B. B. King
'93, Rutherford B. Hayes died The next day in January, John Tyler ended his ride The 22nd, Lyndon Johnson, uttered his last word Woodrow Wilson lost his
zeg haar miss me, miss me, miss me met die B.S Ze zegt she miss me Yeah, yeah
Diesel Trap life like this shit legal State prop like I'm B. Sigel Talk shit, flow cold like igloo Glass house, girl my shit see-through Self-made, bitch I
capers And went B. Legit Creme Dela Creme Been talking money to me ever since The feds been watching Know they mad because we too legit Catching niggas
do it!) Come and party with Tha Liks, all the drinks included Aye yo my nigga B. Ganz said the world about to end I went to sleep and woke up,
Stronger than snorting white powder Fuck what they told me you heard Scarface the man that I'm proud of When I got up and left I was tired of B.S and stress
of girl. B. When we first met it felt like springtime Promissed the hottest summer If you'll be mine But autumn came too soon Winter finds in
of R n' B.
whatever like a drink and some fries All right Ms. Honey B. Devine She offered me a ride, and yet we ended up talking all night The reason why You know
and shit Even if you ain't a Cancer Throw up your hands to this Cause most of yall cancerous Michael B. Jordan call you Right now you answerin Even if you
A thrill is in my hands On a sharp bright June my tracks trace the hem of the sea A path worth wandering And never once did we think of the time