Lyrics:
fat and me breast dem perky
Yuh nuh see how me bloodclat curvy
Nuh bwoy nah curve me
Twerk it
Bbl make your man a move thirsty
Me have straight, deep
a bucket on her arm
Saying, my darling son, be careful how you run
For many a man has lost his life in trying to make lost time
And if you run your engine
children
Don't make them suffer
For our sins
Don't leave them daddy-less
Just 'cause we can't get it right
I know we could clean up this mess
If you
(Chorus)
Clean up, clean up, let’s all play,
We can make it bright today!
Clean up, clean up, let’s all try,
Put your toys in, high and dry!
(Verse 2)
me open but beware
There's things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me, until I'm clean
It grips you, so hold me
It
Well, it's many a man has lost his life in trying to make lost time
But if you run your engine right you'll make it just on time
Aw, but off of the road
around
Put them all away
Make the room a playground
Sparkle and it gleams
A room that's full of dreams
We can make it fun
Together get it done
Clean up
those days I spent
Starin` at your wilderness
All those ways you got to me
Through me, you, you leave me speechless
You, you make me scared of you
the new
You gotta get yourself together babe
Keep your motor clean
We wanna make it run forever maybe
I'm your gasoline
Oh, no, no, no
I'll do, I'll
method without being intrepid.
I got thick skin to give me a win.
(Verse 1)
Inflammatory breast cancer inflames me.
Locally advanced breast cancer affects
Many many years ago when this land was young
A lot of our country was covered by big tall beautiful trees
And men had to have the trees to make
with the gang
(Gang, yeah) , she fuck with the team (yeah
Yeah) she like to do Percocets
Then I put her on lean (yeah, yeah)
She got little perky breasts
right there On her breast
Somewhere in a city in the middle of the West
When she asked me to her house
Little did I know she was only
She was just 18
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Boss, Ricky Ross
It's triple C,
Color cut clarity
My gun dirty, my brick clean
I'm riding dirty, my dick clean
Feed me from your breast
Wash me til I'm clean
Wash me til I'm clean
I couldn't keep you
My bucket overfilled
But in the next life
If there's a way I
Don't look down on me
Your pain is not your own
And lately I hear bells that aren't ringing
And wearing a blanket won't make you spiritual
It's not
A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend with weed is better
A friend with breast and all the rest
A friend who's dressed in leather
The day I was born, your shadow fell across my mother's breast.
When I opened my eyes, you coloured my mind.
Every move I make, is by your desire.
And all I got was a shrug and then, "I don't know"
And everyone I know is hidden away
Trying to make their bodies clean again
And they don't want
Blackberry look at my bumblebee
Hey Blackberry you know he never stings
And he only hums for me
I need some L-O-V-E-N to make me happy
You got to be
go out and play
We had a lot of fun playing with our toys
Now it's time to make our rooms clean, girls and boys
I want to put a smile on mama's
Master, the terror is over
The elements sweetly rest
Earth's sun in the calm lake is mirrored
And heaven's within my breast
Linger, o blessed Redeemer
Take a message to your head
Just stay beside her in the bed
You were so stupid
To believe in things you couldn't see
Then make them all you want
those days I spent
Starin' at your wilderness
All those ways you got to me
Through me, you, you leave me speechless
You, you make me scared of you
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