Lyrics:
what you do)
We can keep on doing things
If you do what you do to me (do to me, baby)
Now some things
Are better done than said even though
You mean
plays them tellers
That'll jump off, hit a stepper, whatever
Michael Kipper, James Peter got a big better
Dick gotta a bitch in Miami - a dick-sweater
it's two of ya'll I'ma let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I could tell you been freaking
'Cause you popping Miley Cyrus and you twerking with your
could go back in time just to see
I’d hold her close, a little version of me
Tell her thank you for the patience
The gentleness and love she gave and more
Hotter than cmaterasu
Move in shadows. Shikamaru
Villains keep saying “this world shall know pain”
You can't match my pain , I'm from the village where
a
Child what is
Moral and immoral, right and wrong
We first and foremost can
Establish what the laws that govern
Us are you can
Always escape hell by not
to the darkness
Brotherly love can’t tell her she’s wrong
Motherly love can’t tell her she’s wrong
Boy you better move on
Boy you better move on
Theres no such
cnd she knows my body
Her never leave me lonely
cnd she's been here all along
Chorus
cnd she does it better than you
Yeah she loves me better than
louder
For you to see
That I'm better than her
Do you actually believe
She won't leave you at the end of the semester?
Maybe If I had screamed louder
We
Willy bring strife in your life
You can flip and use the gift of gab, but don't waver
If you love your girlfriend, then you better save her
Cause the next
everlastin', there'll be no part two
Knowledge is infinite, once I start to draw
A better picture for your third eye, if you're blind
You know with a mic, I'm
One Phantom, two castles, and a Jeep fo'
Five mics a classic, kinda like my six-fo'
Several years I earned cake, let me tell you more
Joey Crack, aka
grateful
It's been a long time, since I could look you in the eye
It's been a long time, since I was grateful
She's a mother with a daughter, sittin' by
baby, baby
Britney (verse 2):
What I feel is more than a crush
Then again, its not quite love
Just enough to fill my cup
Whatever you do, just keep it
grave
You turn fake just by a glance
You can see it had me yerkin
Pop up on yo lil shawty
And she really started twerkin
4.2 up in the wood
Yeah it's
y'all niggas so surprised that Tekashi told?
Ain't a real street nigga 'less you got a code
Mines one comma, nigga, followed by a lot of O's
In
And by the way, do you still got that school girl skirt?
Like the cops imma watch her watch me
Shot with a chaser like the paparazzi
Its crazy she still
'cause you look
Baby come and sit into the Benz coupe CL 63
You looking good than a motherfucker
Come and pop bottles to the Rose with me
Girl you sicker
no dough, fo'sho'
You can be my best friend but Em might get mad
Don't call me Daddy bitch, I fuck better than your dad
Let me get up in that ass
Two Beers Better
Music and Lyrics by James A. White
Well she came into the bar and I tell you
She
You're absolutely so much, better than her,
A second thought is too much,
Is two too many?
She's a fact of life but never mind,
Get away, away for
and spit like I'm going insane
Y'all better duck down protect ya chest with a vest
Reminscing with a verse like roxanne's yes
You know my steez chester gets
When I get to Warwick Avenue
Meet me by the entrance of the tube
We can talk things over a little a while
Promise me you won't step out of line
[Verse
a fuck ho get out, if she ever think that she don't need me
I'm Toosii, look at my watch, now it's two-tone
What you think be the chance I could juke on?
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