Lyrics:
you don't want to be her,
She used to have the beemer, now she own a sneaker,
I had her eating lobster now she eating pizza,
I think about Easter when I
really got me
You really got me
You really got me
See, don't ever set me free
I always want to be by your side
Girl, you really got me now
You got
a black-haired flamenco dancer
You know she dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
And we all want something beautiful
Man, I wish I was
say goodbye?
Why do you have to be a heartbreaker
When I was being what you want me to be?
Suddenly everything I ever wanted has passed me by
Oh
have made this blind girl see
I got my pride back in my pocket
Won't you bring him back to me?
Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant
Everything depends
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
(Dolly Parton)
My train of thought was broken by a sudden burst of laughter
Something badly needed to brighten up the chores
Seemed old Mrs
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
You got to ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive
E-lim-i-nate the negative
And latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mr. In-between
You got
a cop
I ain't looking to victimize you
All I want to do is tantalize you
I can tell by your face
I'm all over this place
And I can tell by your
'Cause boy, I know just what you like
So If you need it, I got it, I got it everyday
Be your lover, your friend, you'll find it all in me
Stay by your
the very reverend Freud
You were the manual orgasm
I was the dirty little boy
And is this what you wanted
To live in a house that is haunted
By
it (ayy)
You got it, girl, you got it
Lil' baby in her bag, in her Birkin (ayy)
No nine to five, put the work in
Flaws and all, I love 'em all,
your eyes
You're lucky guy
You're just beginning so have your inning
And let your troubles boom by
No one can deny you're a lucky guy
Hey
Every time I end up getting it
Want-want-want-want some more (yo)
(Yo)
I'm in this bitch I'm high-saditty
I popped a Perc and I said thank you
I
(Play-N-Skillz)
Yeah, yeah
I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money right now to the VIP section
You got Young Mula in the house tonight,
weeks and weeks
I want to throw rose petals to your humble feet (that's right)
Lay you gently on my sheet and sexercise you to sleep, huh
Mr. Lover
how mr. Nally and give up the towel mr. Nally and run.
I dreamed I went to Singapore got bored and robbed a liquor store
What for? Nobody knows I
jewels, I want your drugs
Don't want your money, want your love
I admit that my habit's expensive
And you may find it, quite offensive
But I won't die
just too rough
And things go wrong no matter what I do
(That's right)
Now and then it seems like life is just too much
But you've got the love I need
bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you
I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do
Than to be fuckin' with you (you), lil' stupid ass
I don't give
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
the stuff to pick me up
Deep inside I don't want to hide my feelings
And I just gotta tell you that I love you
Got that little movement in your hip
(So in
[Chorus:]
Mr Smith you got the shit sewed up
Work ya thang baby, show em how to blow up
*repeat x3*
What? You want to do what? You lack the vitality
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