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And have been spending winters there ever since
Have you ever been in an expensive truck
In anticipation of what's ahead
Don't worry I'll drive
o'clock and the sun's out late
Sippin champagne
Sippin cheap champagne
You don't wanna think too hard
So we take it day by day
We sleep until the sunlight
what’s fake
Gotta be a dream I’ll die before I awake
And she say that I'm a liar G
Fussing and fighting
She looking for an apology
Let me bring you up
a bloody nose
Save the cussin' and fussin' and pointin' fingers for them hoes
Talk is cheap, I catch your ass on the sneak
And hit you everywhere but
was a cheap thrill for you baby
stranger in the night now a worn out novelty
So grab your things and let's go
We can drive all night no one will know
fastened
Have a good one kid I'll see your mom after practice
Now that you're gone I’m a free man
We’ll be seein’ ya yeah right like a minivan
This is
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
the game
It sucks to suck,
But talkin' that cheap will get you knucked up,
Like Freddy Fox, a play for you to piss into your punch
The party's over,
Clean up gang with a hoover pull up a sweep the street
Tell babe book park chinois, the bricks came cheap this week
Brought out the glee this week
of time
This marriage ain't gon' be determined by the clock
You know what time it is, we built upon the rock
Your love's the last of it's kind, there's not
hope you know how far I go 'cause I'm va-gee-na crazy
So come and play with me, everyday with me, lay with me
Hey I we....spray the ...?
I'll pay the fee
Drake, please bake me cupcakes
And don't pitch no fits
One kiss
For my boo from the 6
I'll pick you up at the airstrip
And make sure my hair slick
pic, before
The seahawks twenty four I been on that b shit
Pussy you wack, something like a cheap trick
Mike in the Billy Jean vid, I got the streets
a twister
The setting is a sinister slum where sex ain't sacred
By thirteen she was pro-active and naked
Had a gift to give but she would tend a path not
(switch it up)
I can't lie all day, you with my head racin' (all day)
I'll never steer you wrong, but this dick might drive you crazy (ha-ha)
And I can see
that I steer
My beliefs are of steel
And you won't make me ill
And you can't tell me none
If you can't make me bail
Fucking pricks, go ahead
Shit
of living with them my parents couldn't afford a wishlist. But it's cool cause hand me downs still fitted. So while you rock Nike gear and North Face ill
You can be my freak
You can be my freak
You can be my freak
I'm so consumed by any freaky thing you do
As the night ensues Cassie song it's Me
close your eyes
You got no drive
You ride on mine
And can't feel
The steer of the wheel
You look back
You fall off track
I know that you will try to find
buy cheap shit
Yeah you got talent but I'm a bad bitch
But now when I see her shorty whole swag switched
I walk right by her like she don't exist
buy cheap shit
Yeah you got talent but I'm a bad bitch
But now when I see her shorty whole swag switched
I walk right by her like she don't exist
that cheap
It may become a bad habit
You see a brother with a little bit of dough, you want to grab it
I get approached by a man, sometimes I throw a fit
despiser
You woke the wiser, dealin' with the Roots vocalizer
Up in your flesh from South Philly to West
I stampede your style, I'll compile then bless
We
've been gettin used like a trick
You think you're mighty, but yo, whitey got your head sick
See you were fed thick pieces of swine as a baby
It only
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