Lyrics:
mother and my dad,
I know it grieved them so to think their only boy was bad.
I fell in with an outlaw band, their names were known quite well,
How
Boys will gladly go to war for you
With good fortune and a great hairdo
You'll bring honor to us all
A girl can bring her family
Great honor in one
credibility
My label think I got crossover ability
But I ain't fake niggas ain't goin' milli vanilli me
Not guilty your boy's out the facility
An' if you
boy
Take a tip from me oh yeah
If you don't like the peach,
Then walk on by the tree
That's what you better do, honey
Find what you want boy
Keep
inside
I can't explain how it feels
My sexual love is for real
Girl, you knows it's true, like Milli Vanilli
I'll buy you ten fags on a day trip
get right witcha)
Get right witcha
Offset!
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas' wife (smash)
Make a milli
mother and my dad
I know it grieved them so to think their only boy went bad
I fell in with an outlaw band, their names were known quite well
How many
the girl next door
Every other day she'd come and play with me
You can play in my apple tree
You can squeeze my lemon
You can play in my apple tree
You can
I be big boy is not by bears or weight
Hope your account self cary some weight
I no de like talk with no evidence
Yes you dor see milli but no
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt waters and take in the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Oh, take me
(Rick Fox?)
Stick to the script or fuck around and get written out
We in this motherfucker throwing up the set (1-7)
G4 boys, throw 'em off the jet
When I was a boy I was confounded by you
Now I'm still a boy I am indebted to you
Every song I ever wrote was written for you
Written for you
West Peach tree
Bet ya those same hoes'll see me
Be like that's how you feeling
Used to stay up after twelve
Now your worth like twelve million
Boy
to an old bookstore
Called the tree of life (yo d it ain't there no more)
But when it was boy I was lucky
Cause in the basement is where they stuck me
be silly and try to kill me
Soundin like Milli Vanilli, I smoke your ass like a philly
I rap with force when I'm kickin my facts across
The shit I kick
mother and my dad
I know it grieved them so to think their only boy was bad
I fell in with an outlaw band, their names were known quite well
How many
takes my heart away
Sidewalks, fences, and walls and walls
I remember writing the heart in the tree
Saying I love you, and you love me
I remember writing
glow
Dreaming of that special beau
All I want for Christmas is a boy like you
Someone sweet, so kind, and true
Underneath the Christmas tree
With you by
earned money
In the offering plate each Sunday by his own choice
There's a lot of man in that little boy
Weekdays he tries to sleep late
Weekends
fuckin' a lame
I'm givin' her game, like Wallo, Gillie, and shit (woah)
I just jumped off the plane
A milli' in cash, like Rylo, killin' this shit (woah)
spend
On a pile of aluminum foil with split ends
I watched as the bids trickled in with such glee
O, Christmas was saved by that nasty old tree
That
to double back
Let go a milli, shit, it may be off a couple racks
(Maybach Music)
You're all I need to get by
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Let the dog roam, he
in that case, the part of the Grandfather will be played by,
huh, a bassoon....
Three French horns play the part of... uhm... three French horns...
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