Lyrics:
no way I'm holdin' it back, no
'Cause now I got you
And it feels good now to be with you
I'm that chick what? No doubt
I'm that chick up or down
Don't
I, I, I, I, I, I, I am being haunted
It's four o'clock in the morning
And I'm sitting on my stairs
And there's bangin' 'round the bedroom
Even
nigga prolly a drug dealer
She say that she love him, but never post his picture
Yeah, I could tell by the way that she twerk
She from 'round here I
Well, a good ways down the railroad track
There was this little old rundown shack
And in it lived a man I'd never seen
Folks said he was a mean
fuckin'
Walk yo' chick outside, she suckin'
And she gon' blame it on the molly
You could take her back, she sorry
The way I killed that pussy, I swear my
that makes the world go 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
You can keep your Marxist ways, for it's only just a phase (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Money, money, money
Hold your head up high, you know you've come a long way,
A long way tainted as a fugitive with nothing left to say.
Temptation may come, hope your
the whole year long
Singin' songs and dancin' 'round the Christmas tree
Fillin' Mrs. Santa Claus with cheer
Singin', "Don't you cry or worry, Mrs. Santa
way of doing things, and my way of doing things made you unhappy
And so we go round and round and round and round
How long, how long, how long, how long
Written by Eric Kaz
I've been alone too long
Sitting by myself
I'm getting to old
To help myself
But I won't be hangin round your door
Begging
No I
And the daffodils are bloomin'
That she planted way last fall upon the hill
Over by the gate
Lord knows I hate to say again we'll have to wait
But you can bet
maybe its the way i tip my hat
that make these broads be up on me like that
but it seems no matter how
many chicks that i turn down
u still think im
to the floor
(I said I'd think about it)
She said don't think to long
(I said what you gon do about it)
She made it go around n round n round n round n round
and round
Tryna find my way back home
Gone too long, drownin' out
Still gonna play that song
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay any of you right
Never got
nation feared
The rebel
He had a chick named Rhonda
A college prize
Her long hair hung down
Over her eyes
Kinda half Barbra Streisand
And half
wild until you turned and smiled
By now I should have long been gone
But here I am holding on
As if I didn't know which way to run
Well, it's such
set of strings on my '69
And a Yeti full of iced-down booze
Everybody 'round this sleepy little town
Heading down Pinetucky Road
Gonna leave our
and shit
Work with those Lil' Debbies and when your done get ready
The chicks I was fiendin' to smash
Let 'em lean on the cash
Will take 'em on long trips
strippers just Moet sippers, classy chicks
The kind, that I can't let walk pass me chick
Do anything for her, as long as she ask me chick
Like flashy shit,
I've seen the old man sittin' 'round
The courthouse square back home in town
Talking bout the big war back in 1943
Sayin' how much good it's done
my way)
You're wavin' goodbye (wavin' goodbye), uh
I'm just trying to be your only guy (your only guy)
So
I'll be waiting (I'll be waiting)
Long
sound which is the champion sound
Believe! Believe!
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna
Cut me down,
Bury this rosary
Somewhere out of town,
Somewhere out by the sea
And take this ring,
Give it to Emily
And tell her I'm peaceful now,
you
A long old lonesome day
Well, an' it seem like tomorrow
I'll be the same old way
Well, tell me baby
What's gettin' wrong wit'ch you?
Why
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