Lyrics:
Bimbo
Jim Reeves
Great Country Hits Volume 1&2
RCA
Bimbo, Bimbo
Where you going to go e o,
Bimbo, Bimbo
What you going to do e o.
Bimbo,
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
Baby, I can't wait for late December
The smell of cinnamon and pine
But we'll be taking out the Christmas timber
And hanging up the fairy lights
to nun
But now I’m flexing on that bitch and
Got more money than her son
I love my enemies and pray
For those who persecute
You tried to kill me pussy
If you were worried 'bout where
I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
If you
like she's sponsored by Mercedes
Dig what I'm sayin', this Creed cologne is on me, baby (you dig?)
Dig what I'm sayin'? I'm goin' hard (hard, yeah)
I
a record tonight
Baby turn me, turn me 'round
Just don't turn me down, yeah
'Cause I will be your record
And you will be my turntable
I'm your every
To stand right by they's side
Not only down through the good times
But also down through the bad times
Now you my lady now you my baby
No if's or maybe's
revelation,
The final conflict, it's near,
Ride me baby.
I love you,
I do,
I just get confused by the things that I do.
Baby, I am so complexed,
Oh, Oh,
about you
Every time I pass a fillin' station
On account of all the grease
You used to wear in your hair
I still have that record
Of Little Anthony
Yeah, I got the fire on me, I keep the chopper close by
That's just my philosophy
Misery loves company and I don't need the misery
House full
If you were worried 'bout where
I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
If you
seven, rolling off the gate, I hit it twice
Black Eyed Peas, money baby, it’s gon be a good night
And when I said I love you I fuckin’ meant it
And we
Damn, baby, I don't know if you dance or not
I'd love to see you on the pole
I don't know if you conservative, or if you're a freak
But I'd love
Here's a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got caught
One love, East Side, that's how we do ride
D.P.G.C. we do or die
Oh yes we're fresh to death,
six-nine
It lay how good I make baby
Is how I make it good
I'm the king of the woman's world
They tell it from town to town
And when I find that
Jilly from Philly, word up
You're not ready
Aight, now, for all y'all out there that know how this song go
I want y'all to sing along with love, ya
Now, hey, baby bubba now what the deal?
I didn't know you go for that mass appeal
Some call it salugi, some hot potato
I stole your mic but you won't
fine, blew your mind
Finally thought I caught ya
And your love was mine all mine
I see you walk by with other guys,
Step, step, steppin' on my toes
Baby
Seem like everywhere I go, I see you
From your eyes, your smile, it's like I breathe you
Helplessly I reminisce, don't want to
Compare
told me this, now you're gone
Copacabana, yes in my party dress
I’m shimmering in love on that crystal meth
A Coca Cola kid, roller coaster child
You my
So don't call me a nigga, unless you call me "my nigga"
I'm a king, O.E. be slipping, falling from my chalice
Don't mind the bumpers that be
to keep the crowd stable
Killing the cuts putting bodies on a record label
And just for the symphony
Here comes the M.I.S.T.E.R.C.E.E
Taking a stand
at his dead children's burnt remains
I burnt the game, learnt you lames a new lesson
Your crew's soft man, ya'll need some new weapons
The P's breathe
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