Lyrics:
an Irish band
But she fell in love with an English man
Kissed her on the cheek and then I took her by the hand
Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"
My
off my Champion hood, slow motion
All arm bent off the potion
Shorty went down and had a nigga wide open
It was over laid up in the cut
I heard
back
She felt my arms 'cause my pythons looked stacked
"Goddamn, Sooperlover! Yo shit look thick
Tell me, how strong are you with muscles like this?
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
I'm a cheap thrill
I know she don't mean that
She think I feed her lies
But I don't get no feedback
As she watch me pack
"Baby where my keys at?"
alone)
'Cause I ain't looking at no one else (oh, baby)
Hey, get your back off the wall
Don't you get comfortable
Looking so hot
I think that I
You're back in my arms
Now you're back where you belong
But baby i still recall those crazy days
We found new ways of hurting each other
The magic
to fade
Frozen by the hands of time into a
Permenant Monday
Take me back into your arms
And don't ever let me go
'Cause when I see you walk through that
a small grain of corn and seen it grow out of the fertile soil
Or better than that, Ivan
Held your own baby in your arms
I know that you know
That
a small grain of corn zand seen it grow out of the fertile soil
Or better than that, Ivan
Held your own baby in your arms
I know that you know
That
The world only know you by your worst mistakes
So spaz on they ass, that's the only way
Smash on the gas down Stony, ayy
Crash and come back with a swollen
Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers
Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas'll
come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas
Country Summer Saturday
Written by: Jenn Lynn Jody
Capo 3:
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grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Nina and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
Set her
fall down
A gut sucked in, a chest stuck out
Like a small-town flag a-flyin'
Or a newborn baby cryin'
In the arms of the woman that you love
That's
Put yourself in my place, baby
And try to understand the way I feel
Imagine the tables turned
And how I've yearned to have you back in my arms
they can't clock, but they can listen.
There'll be no bargin' in and there'll be no dissin' [Dissin']
Gettin' back to my mission, break out the whipped
cancer in the brain
Dickhead, by the time you get fed
I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack
Her lips and her hips thick
My boxers are covered
nose and dry your eyes,
What's the point of cracking up all because of shepherd's pie?
Baby, you never know what I've been through.
I break my back
there for sure
No no my baby girl
I want to hold you in my arms
Tonight
Let's make it right
Unless we're face to face you can't relate to what I
And I was willing to play my position, yeah
When you made me your wife-to-be
You were right by my side
Through all the changes
We've been through
to Houston in a gray Mercedes
I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80's
So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy all crack babies
And it's evident
Gee, it's great after bein' out late
Walkin' my baby back home
Arm in arm over meadow and farm
Walkin' my baby back home
We go 'long harmonizing
on my brother when night falls
'Cause in your arms I get the real love story
No fairy tale from somewhere back in time
In the dawn, you're like
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