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Woke out of bed
Surrounded by a broken glass
Man, the morning's rough
'Cause grieving is a tines
This drink won't be my last
Southern rain is
hoes in my poster
She's sweatin' although she tried to hold her composure
I hoped she'd take it in the ass and suck dick
(Girl)
My my what a nice
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
(Don't knock the rock)
Well, my baby don't do nothing but rock and roll, that's all
Now when my baby's dancing she's as tall as a clown
If she ever fell
all you see is dollar signs
(She blinded by the streets)
Yeah
Line-crosser, real-life flyin' saucer
Nothin' straight 'bout her but her posture
shooting hoops in Givinchi boots
At a localized big estate, uh-oh
Prince type money
Fingers in her mouth
Met her right now and she's on my couch
Chop em'
a city slicker and I'm counting on you"
She's got a country guy who whistles
My whistle is thin
Ain't it a sin
So when I begin, that's where you come
young Aminé, I'ma let her do her thing now
Out in Tokyo, the strippers call me by my name now
Shawty suckin', fuckin' like she work for Mr. Clean
drunk bastard
Here, take your keys, go boozin' up Gratiot
I hate you guys, you ain't my friends
Look what you just did to my mom's eight by tens
Now
the orders in his hand
Said I'm gonna to take my trip
To the promised land
Casey Jones
Stepped into the cabin
Casey Jones
Orders in his hand
Casey Jones
Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season
Why in crowds just
make you mine
On a sweet ride, your experience
She asked me what I was about
So I told her she had to find out
In an attempt to shut my mouth
She said I
my green light
Bitch it's Carter 4, murder's all she wrote
Now it's fuck everybody, like a Scorpio
Still running shit, I'm on my cardio
Boy I'm
Play me some pimpin', mane
(Jason Rich on the beat, bitch)
I said, hey, Mrs. Buttersworth, ooh, baby
You got ass, come and show me what it's
just fine by me
Now, when she kicks off her shoes
You know she'll solve the mystery
She's like Mrs White
Rockin' the convervatory
She's my cherry
profit (nothing else) only
Say she just like dance, but how she twerkin', she a stripper lowkey
I can barely walk, my knees weak, just got some head from
mama's charm
Rebecca Lynn became my heart's desire
Long about the start of second grade
Mrs. Roosenbloom let me sit beside her
So we'd pass notes
a dog, down boy
Ha ha my girl is a queen
And she do what I say and I say what I mean (now)
Then I give it to her uncut
Shakira, swing those hips like
him was Foxy Brown, slow down, she says "I'm Monica"
Monica? Oh yeah, Monica so she say
I be the M-A-L-I-K
Excuse Miss Thang, my god you look smooth
a dog, down boy
Ha ha my girl is a queen
And she do what I say and I say what I mean (now)
Then I give it to her uncut
Shakira, swing those hips like
just by myself, lookin' for niggas like where's Waldo
She got the same shoes as my wife but she copped 'em at Aldo
Modern day MJ with a off the wall
(Keith, Skeoch, Hannon, Luccketta)
She comes on softly as she moves across the room before me
I can't resist, I'm hypnotized, I'm surrounded by her
little thing is about my story book
Is every little thing she said to me and i know
Hey Mrs Able stop trying to break me
You had your moment
It's time
she'll come by and pay him next week
Yeah oh, and while you at the store
Don't let him forget my little snuff, no
The doctor said to stop dippin'
But Lord,
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