Lyrics:
Where's Forrest now when you need him?
Talk to me, talk to me
Hey, ay, hey
Attention, all you niggas
All you bitches
Sit back and relax your mind,
help me she-wolf style
I need to talk to my cameraman
John, I want you to locate the best she wolves in the house
And put 'em on the big screen, okay?
I'm 'bout to speak at this convention
Call you back
Alright kids we're gonna talk about gun control
(Pray for me) Damn
It's not a place
This
Baby, we've got to have us a little talk
Gonna have to pack up my things I'm gonna walk
You say a dollar goes from hand to hand
But before I see
Baby, we've got to have us a little talk
Gonna have to pack up my things I'm gonna walk
You say a dollar goes from hand to hand
But before I see
me so very close to you
Turns me your slave
Come and do with me any little thing you want to
Anything baby, just let me get next to you
Am I
CARES AND TO TALK FOR HOURS
YOU KNOW ANYONE WOULD BE SO LUCKY TO KNOW YOU
HEY JOHN
HEY JOHN
I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I HEARD OUR FRIEND JIM TOLD ME
AND I
Lyrics by Jimmy Buffett
Music by Buffett, Kunkel, Guth, P.Mayer & J. Mayer
I'd like to be a jellyfish
'Cause jellyfish don't pay rent
They don't
The farthest thing from harbor shit, be honest with me, listen
You know if I want it, I be John Gotti with the henchmen
Right? I mean, it's simple math, a bit
Have they got mine?
Cryin' out finally, and a little mercy (oh)
I don't talk too much, man
I came out silent
Came out silent
Came out silent
Came
Why don't you talk to me now
Oh my mother
Do you still cry yourself to sleep
Are you still proud of your little boy
Don't be afraid (Be afraid)
And sometimes I drink too much with the crowd,
And, sometimes I talk a little too loud,
My head may be aching, but it's unbowed,
And sometimes I see it all
Intro:
[willie d]
Flip flop ass niggas
Ah yeah
Geto boys and outlawz
Recognize the mob nigga
I don't fuck with you
So put your hands on me
[scarface]
When most us saddle up for the old trail for our last ride, we leave little
Enough behind to show that once we have camped here. Some leave more
is flirting is just like a sport
Anything fly, it's all good, let me dump it
Please set in the trumpet
A little bit of Monica in my life
A little
have a little talk with my Jesus
Please let us tell Him all about our troubles
He will hear our faintest cry
He will answer by and by
Now when you
game than John Madden,
How'd it happen how the let me in the booth,
How they let these rappers lie how dare I tell the truth!
I'm the truth and these
get home
I wanna talk to my red and my cherry
I want someone who like the champagne I like
My a-alike, someone to talk me off the bridge any day
a little tale he won't tell me
It's a-hard and it's hard, ain't it hard
To love one that never did love you?
It's a-hard and it's hard, ain't it hard, great
Little Geo is a friend of mine
We get some money and we buy a cheap wine
Sit on the corner and have a holiday
Hide the bottle when the cop goes by
a little bit of blue sky
I got sunshine on the line
Pretty little bitty country girl sittin' by my side
I got sunshine on the line
Try to talk around
His eyes may be a deeper blue but they remind me so much of you
He may even comb his hair a little different
And when he's walkin' by my side
to hear if you have hurt me too
You’re not brave enough to tell the truth
And I’m saddened by the loss of what we were once
Disappointed cause I thought
a gorgeous little gangster"
She said I talk like a Taurus, but I fuck like a Cancer
And a bunch of young niggas that'll make you run, nigga
Beam on the gun,
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