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Turtles - Rebecca Lyrics

Met you, brushing your hair with the wind
Riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive
Oh, I got a five minute rush from

You in

Rebecca

The Turtles

The Turtles Captured Live

1992

I met you, brushing your hair with the wind
Riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive
Oh, I got a five minute rush from
You in your faded blue jeans

medallion
Yo main chic is a stallion
Better Checc her while she choosin
She wanna fucc with a winner
But it seeming like you losin
If she let me fucc ima beat

MEET JULIO SANTANA.

HoOK:
The Green Man seven passports matching currency
990’s grey
G-wagon burgundy
Carefully escaped the impossible
Territory was

This ain't a wave this rip tide
You only seen tittie's in a chic fight
I don't fuck with a snitch like 69
I could tell you the type to switch sides
Uh,

your fucking stomach
I flee the scene
Pick up GrewSum and we out this bitch
And catch a flight to Canada to
Meet up with the lunatic

Oh, the feeling is

a virgin
How the fuck you meet a black chic that’s mixed with German?
Why the fuck you don’t tote that thing while you out here serving?
Lil bitch her house

about
Maybe I'm floating
Or being pulled into the ground right now
Accelerating or reversing with you
Or maybe push the breaks I can't tell with you
Cause

Fall Back

Juvenile

Rejuvenation

2012

with no borders
I’m fixed up and I sought it
These whores, they wanna be bothered
Was chic to me cause I’ve done it
We ranking skill, we won it

EXPERIENCE, FEELING OLD.
BUT IM AS YOUNG AS A NEW SPITTER, NOT EVEN BITTER.
SO GET YOUR MONEY LITTLE HOMIES, IM GLAD TO BE WITH YA.
IM FROM AURORA, COLORADO SO

bands will make any broad do me
Even if she high class or she bougie

I got to high class chic
With chips
On top of chips
She break me off
Every time I

Somebody

Heaven 17

Pleasure One

1986

saying

Somebody

Tired of the city air
If I gave you the future would you meet me there

I used to stumble and fall
I'd run to everyone that called
Since

Verse: 1

You want in well I’ll open up the door
Hot chics tip toeing on the wood floors 
You can tell by the quality I’m making a living
Triple coat

Sensuality cloaked in chic silhouetted by the door

Honey begins to pour from a mouth to be adored

Just a taste and I want more


From your lips

love to piss just like R. Kelly
He yoke them up like chic, be quiet
Grab them by the pussy, pussy riot
Go ahead and try it, see what happens
Fuck with my

cars are the best
Got the chopper wanna fly let’s go for a ride
Let’s hop the traffic good waving as I go by
Got my driver who is that, she a bomb chic

hamstrings
I'ma slap you niggas with the chalk all on my hands, bitch
Uh. Like I planned it
This shit here ain't random
Ain't a bitch I can't hit
They know

thing noticed out the gate
Dressing like I’m fresh off the magazine 
Fashion taste far beyond the ordinary scene
Aint prissy Hood Chic with a gangsta lean

again
Tell you what, we make it happen
Occupied by vibes and not gun clapping
Through rapping, we build foundations
With this brings levels of realization

Hey it's nice to meet ya
Is what they said to me (okay)
Seems like peeps come over, hopped up on LSD (for me)
Are you alone? Or well-known? Wanna

on a random meet
That goes for the fake team hoes
You know the man in me
Just hopping they can get hits
Just hoppin the band’ll beat
But noooooo nooooooo
Yeah

Majazzi raised the stakes to meet my taste
Beat sweet as my mom's cakes, it wouldn't be a metaphor if you had a taste
Come support the family business

coming for Benjamin
But they ain't getting in by the hairs on my chinny chin
I call him gimme gimme, 'cause gimme gimme never gets
I ain't fucking with

of worship
Amen
Your structure is a temple 
Frequent visits a requisite
Stand by you
Can't stand right now
Stiff as a statue
Smooching with Medusa
Have you