Lyrics:
And the shops and stores had all closed their doors
They did it out of love and respect.
And in the crowded funeral home that day
With everyone present weeping
bed Janey took a look around at everything
Went to a drawer in her bureau and got out her old engagement ring
Took out her wedding dress tied that
Took out her wedding dress tied that ring up in its sash
Went straight down to the pawn shop man and walked out with some good cold cash
Spare parts
Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin')
I bought my girl a diamond, it was our engagement ring
She took it to a pawn shop, like it didn't mean a thing
She went right out and bought
to another faceless, backless dress
Schnapps, chianti, porter and ouzo
Pernod, vodka, sambuca--I love you so
Deportee
There's a tatty beauty talking
Once in a town in the black forest a little white toy-shop stood.
And the little tin soldier with only one leg lived in a castle of wood.
And across
From the album fairytale
Once in a town in the black forest a little white toy-shop stood.
And the little tin soldier with only one leg lived in
in the coffee shop
You made me so bad, you gotta stop
I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin'
corny with that Illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly and my cocky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (Stylin')
I'm so possessive so
up, we been spending it. All they do is talk that talk, they so arrogant, all we do is popup shop ain’t no comparison
I told her bring it over to me,
spur-u-u-u-ung
Cause every time my phone ring I hope it's you
And when I shop in Gucci I buy for two
I must be spru-u-u-u-ung
Must be sprr-u-u-u-ung
Cause when
spur-u-u-u-ung
Cause every time my phone ring I hope it's you
And when I shop in Gucci I buy for two
I must be spru-u-u-u-ung
Must be sprr-u-u-u-ung
Cause when
to leak from the
Drip cause you know that I pop it pop it
Off garnments with the vestments on my shirt
We don’t shop at Hot Topic ou
I stayed down for so
record
M's on the table, got employed
Drop somethin', perfect timin' for it
To hide my scars from the next life, most likely why I dress nice
You
a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't
league, sometimes I laugh
You're wearing that champagne dress, girl
It's hard not to brag, well I don't mind
Spin around for me one more time
I might
I'm watching the clock, it says five to five
The minutes are ticking so slow
I'm ready to stop, gonna close up the shop
So honey if you're ready
at the news like, "Damn I was just with him after school"
No shop class but half the school got a tool
And a "I could die any day"-type attitude
Plus his
I can still remember (what), tryna shop a deal (uh-huh)
From Taco Bell to TRL
I climbed the Billboard charts to the top until
As fate would have it
but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my fucking
a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't
To see what naughty people do
The French would bore, they're only for
Americans from the U.S.A.
Only for Americans
The shops with many real antiques
like this
I don't visit Jacob my stuff is male enough
So what you think you tell enough
Man my long is enough so he can Beverly nears
I shop in
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