Lyrics:
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
music i wanted
I wanted to remind myself that you
Guys are a group of people who love
Albums you love stories, you love people
And all of us are here for
if you seen her
A top like Dolly Parton and an uptown demeanor
It's nice to meet ya, it's nice to meet ya
We can make some music, make you weigh more
Blows, when it blows
When your hair blows
Hanging out the sunroof
I love it when your hair blows
When it blows, when it blows
Hanging out the sunroof
while everybody eyein'
Add to that a constant fear of dyin'
By gunshot wound, or other violent type of endings
I kept a tough demeanor on the surface
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
Ayyyy … Mhh mmm Yooo (Mm-mmn) did you see my chocolate darling (Mm-mmn) Hot chocolate just look at that dolly (dolly) Body, (body) body, odie, odie
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
Mariah Carey's, kinda scary
Wait a minute what about my honey Mary?
The jeans they fittin like a glove
I had a crush on you since Real Love
Hold your
basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what
waist like a bumble bee
Titties plump please Dolly Parton up
When she walk through and make way for the double D's
I love that pretty brown round
we together we be wildin' (uh-huh)
Out in Star Island
On a yacht, play our favorite album (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I know you still think about it (I
(boom)
Bitches come and go (You know that)
Money come and go (You know that)
Love come and go (Don't shit last)
Bitches come and go (You know that)
Money
a double-headed dildo,
A big ass gives me a hard-on,
But I fuck bitches with titties like Dolly Parton,
Time or place doesn't matter to me, sweety,
I'll fuck
furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
Watching you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you
Sure the thought can occur to you
My next album
own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
This Time Next Year
WrittenÃ'Â by Babyface, David Foster,
Toni Braxton(2001 from the album Ã'"SnowflakesÃ'")
Performed by Toni Braxton
Verse 1
This
Gamblin' every time we put a record out
Just lookin' for that hook (Wait, Dre, look)
Shorty, I love you and you love me too
We were meant to be
'Cause,
inhale deep, devils have em
Stagnant, a trapping, the .45 magnum
And shatter bone fragments
Cops love the block you gettin backed up by Dragnet
Thrown
relationship gotta end this wrong
When I made this album
Just another love song
Thought I knew me, well
Love spelled backwards that's true as hell
But love just
Before you listen I just want to tell you what you can expect
This is not a trap album by any means
This is not a rap album by any means
It's
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