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Dru Hill, pajam
Without you
Def soul
I'm free to fly like a bird
Over the earth far away
Seeing where beauty's
Entailed places
Unveiled take
I know I made mistakes before
But girl I never lied, still I apologize
And I know sometimes I made you cry
But now I realize, I need you by my
West) Ha ha ha ha
(The Wild, Wild West) Big Will, Dru Hill, uh
(The Wild, Wild West) Big Will, Dru Hill ha ha ha ha
(The Wild, Wild West) The Wild Wild
step with flex and get a hold in your side
Swallow your pride, don't let your lip react,
You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at,
With all
West) Ha ha ha ha
(The Wild, Wild West) Big Will, Dru Hill, uh
(The Wild, Wild West) Big Will, Dru Hill ha ha ha ha
(The Wild, Wild West) The Wild Wild
West) Ha ha ha ha
(The Wild, Wild West) Big Will, Dru Hill, uh
(The Wild, Wild West) Big Will, Dru Hill ha ha ha ha
(The Wild, Wild West) The Wild Wild
step with flex and get a hold in your side
Swallow your pride, don't let your lip react,
You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at,
With all
step with flex and get a hold in your side
Swallow your pride, don't let your lip react,
You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at,
With all
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One of the ones that did
I knew that we could make it
Please be my wife, grow old with me

Millions didn't make it
One of the ones that did
I
check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
I just give her
and disappeared in the hills of old Juarez
A bullet in my back, a bullet in my leg
Bullets flying by my ears they taught me how to pray
I prayed I'd reach
your lip react,
You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at,
With all of this, from the start of this,
Runnin' the game, James West tamin' the west
mothafuckers think you flossin'' tonight
Gimme that, matta'' fact toss me ya ice
But still, my clique is too ill
And y'all, ya more bitch than Dru Hill
But
your lip react,
You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at,
With all of this, from the start of this,
Runnin' the game, James West tamin' the west
step with flex and get a hold in your side
Swallow your pride, don't let your lip react,
You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at,
With all
your lip react,
You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at,
With all of this, from the start of this,
Runnin' the game, James West tamin' the west
your lip react,
You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at,
With all of this, from the start of this,
Runnin' the game, James West tamin' the west
your lip react,
You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at,
With all of this, from the start of this,
Runnin' the game, James West tamin' the west
your lip react,
You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at,
With all of this, from the start of this,
Runnin' the game, James West tamin' the west
your lip react,
You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at,
With all of this, from the start of this,
Runnin' the game, James West tamin' the west
your lip react,
You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at,
With all of this, from the start of this,
Runnin' the game, James West tamin' the west
your lip react,
You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at,
With all of this, from the start of this,
Runnin' the game, James West tamin' the west
your lip react,
You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at,
With all of this, from the start of this,
Runnin' the game, James West tamin' the west
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
Fuck your love songs

This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit
could kill
I'd be long gone
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust by now
Six feet under, a tombstone on a hill
Lying there alone in my new wooden home
If