Lyrics:
your boy confused
Though I'm not convinced
Would tell you washed up
But your flow is drenched
Let me clear my throat let
Me spit these quotes
And tell
love you
My dear old Swanee!
I'd give the world to be among the folks in
D-I-X-I
Even now my mammy's waiting for me
Praying for me, down by
a chance
Cause every song they played
Was the cha, cha, cha.
I told her not to worry,
There's still one thing we can do,
Let me take you by your
song so
I'm finna wipe that off
Tolerance is so low, still smoke a whole 'gar
Menage on my birthday
Tap out on the first stroke
'Cause this ain't no
I think I'm being shunned by my feet again
'Cause it's not a homeless life for me
It's just I'm home less than I'd like to be
And it's not
Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon?
Would you like to glide in my beautiful balloon?
We could float among the stars together, you and I
A part of you in me is torn
And you're free
I woke from a dream last night
I dreamt that you were by my side
Reminding me I still had life
In me, yeah
clique, dough sick, no medicine for us
Competition like I said in the chorus, let me spell it out for ya
Jay to the Amil, A to the why stay real fuck how
say Slaughta shady
Posed to be my A one, how the fuck you betray me
C two CEO, roc the nation no Jay-Z
Slaughta causing magic
With the rocket I'm tracy
Some expression in your eyes
Overtook me by surprise
Where was I how was I to know'
How can we drive to a movie show
When the music is here in
litości przebłyski
Z chęcią byś dla niej zrobił chyba wszystko
Z nią tylko widzisz swoją własną przyszłość
Z nią pieszo przeszedłbyś cały świat
Ale ona
Like JAY-Z and BEY
(You're so sweet) to me
Baby let me hold you kiss you and take care of you
So let me treat you right
I don't want nobody else but you
Or this song for dope raps
Twist it, flip it
Get the max facts
Jam packed in a stack and
Shoved in your back pack
I can't stand racists
But my favorite
an F
Jay receives an A for his essay
Spins til you're dizzy
Born to get busy
Is he the Jam Master?
Isn't he, or is he?
And my name is D.M.C.
quiet as a mouse
Said, 'Mister Lost John be my friend
Be my friend until the end.'
Well, I'm long, long, long gone
Well, I'm (he's) long, long, long
name
We just called her, the Count of St. Germain
You should hear her song
She got baptized at the age of three by a bishop in Milan
But Lord that's
-horse open sleigh
A day or two ago,
I thought I'd take a ride,
And soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side;
The horse was lean and lank;
If this was a joke
I'd be laughing by now
Cuttin' up with the boys
And braggin' bout how
I talked my way
Out of the trouble I was in again
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts go
Like woah woah woah
We Cozy
I be Jay-z
She my Beyonce
She aint on no white but she nosy
And she gon slide with me
In my 2 seat
Skrrt skrrt skrrt
You
affiliated with the organization"
"I wanted to take this opportunity to
Let all know that neither
My song nor it's lyrics have
Any association with
Starfuckers
I am every fucking thing and just a little more
I sold my soul but don't you dare call me a whore
And when I suck you off not a drop will go
is just a long
And there where song until the last couple has gone
Then only I must start singing out my heart
While the music plays on
Oh, what
Bassa's patrzeć jej w oczy
Ty powiedz chłopakom by byli gotowi
Niech spakują xany ready do drogi
Typie jesteś z nami podnieś ręce
My chcemy od życia czegoś
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