Lyrics:
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked
Oh, Mama, can this really be
Think about the places we've had our little fun
In the church at Christmas, busted by that nun
Then in that museum, beneath the mastodon
Stating
Let's pull over ahead
Brake failure and a flat tire
No water no power and an engine fire
If I kill you can I call you collect
I don't mean
I turn it out whenever I'm in the mix
I'm creeping with my secret and that's how I wanna keep it, peep this
If I hit this pussy you going tell
they love it how I'm a rebel and rugged, if there ain't a better way that I can clutch it mother fuck it
pat him down (you think you ready man)
Melt him
’m vulnerable
Won’t tell you if I break my heart
You’ll just see me come apart
To understand is to know it’s no good
Tell me another lie. Add another busted
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
ypu, anymore
If you don't wanna 'em to
The world won't wait and I watched you shake
But honey, I don't blame you
Hell, I still love you, New York
Hell, I
Bomb ass pussy
Bomb, oh, you got that bomb, know you got it
Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-ass pussy
Bomb, I know you got that bomb, bomb pussy
Shows, Niggas pack 6 rolls
We're losin' 'em
His hart won't get pulse
Pack you bags off a 10 percent doze
(?), I could hum and shit cold
[Chorus:]
Shows, Niggas pack 6 rolls
We're losin' 'em
His hart won't get pulse
Pack you bags off a 10 percent doze
(?), I could hum and shit cold
[Chorus:]
the cracks in your wall)
I'll repair for you (every nail, bolt and screw)
Your washer's busted and your faucet drips all night
You got some termites with
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked
Oh, Mama, can this really be
of fate
The time and the tide like old Billy said
I should of jumped right but I jumped left instead
I'm busted
Oh Baby I am broken
I am shatterd by all
try to upsell you
There's a reason they make chocolate and vanilla, too
If there's any doubt, then there is no doubt
The gut don't never lie
me Clyde
Alex is the name that I go by
Oh
If women could be counterfeit
Then you'd be it
You're a fake, baby
You can't conceal it
Know how I
you're live, I'll drive and will go far
But if you're not
You'll be caught in fat cold busted
Driving maybe shot and taught what lusted
I'm no stunt, keep
Uh, good morning
Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh
Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed
I mean, damn, did you even see the test
You got D's
run
If I can't run cuz I'm trapped inside the cage you built inside my mind
Shame busted through took a bite out of me
I locked the door threw away
Oh, by Jove and by Jehovah, you have set my heart a flame
And to you, you Casanova, my reactions are the same
I would sing thee tender verses but
fade
What a thing in town
Crows chauffeur-driven around,
Skankin' as if they had never known
The man they call "Mr Brown"
I can tell you where
heart of mine
I got this heartfelt thug shit
Because my heart has been broken and stolen
Busted wide open, close your eyes and picture me rollin'
the type to rise above
A little indiscretion with a scrub
Busted , its you I trusted
I guess I must have been a fool
Some things you feel
Before
Ooh, Mr. Todd
I'm so happy
I could eat you up, I really could
You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd?
What I dream
If the business stays
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