Lyrics:
Tryna from me both want the same thing
Take a chance for me drive by shit
You taking shots while I roll up
See how cloudy we can make the room
Got me
you do, yo I promise never break a promise
So can I give you the honors my little Pocahontas?
Play by play, Miss Camay
You like a Zales Diamond in
Is it okay if I love you in secret I won't tell nobody I'll try to conceal it Consider my love even if you don't feel it my heart was on empty
The Sweet Taste of that girls kiss
years have gone by, since that late July
When I fell for the girl with the ebony eyes
On those rainy days we’d
We taking trips for the day now we open
Look at my phone and I reminisce all bout' the old days bae you notice
I cannot love shawty pour the Pink
If I could talk to Elvis
I hope he'd have all day
I'd ask him all about Memphis
cnd that Vegas stage
How'd it feel when he bought his mama that pink
entrancing,
but the dancing was a lamentable mess!"
FIRMIN
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder:
my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by
homies (LOVE), All the playas (WHAT)
We just quakin if you hatin we don't give a (FUCK)
To all the Ladies (LOVE), All my hookers (WHAT)
We just quakin if
I miss cruisin' with my baby
Hit the mall we goin' crazy
I don't need another lady
You the one for me yea
I know we ain't perfect
I know sometimes it
some more
I'm caught up
I need to stop it
Goddamn I love you Miss Chocolate!
[Chorus: Mario]
Talking to my silky smooth, dark skin, chocolate, women
No put me for high tension
No give me hypertension
See this is my confession
I love this your back section
No put me for high tension
No give me
the gift
Stay current with my shit
So we don't get swept by the drift
Vibration from your edges n your tips
Call this a confession of our sins
What
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Smokin' and ridin'
Smokin' and ridin'
Smokin' and ridin'
I left my love in San Francisco with ten pounds of indo
I put her on the road with
THE LADY DOWN THE HALL words and music by Annie Dinerman
THE LADY DOWN THE HALL DOESN'T LIKE TO HEAR US FIGHT.
IT'S NOT BECAUSE SHE WANTS HER PEACE
to bloom
I sat there lost and confused
My love and hatred fused
Birthing something new
Something only owned by a few
Take me away
Pull me away
To a world
the best bet
Guess when she want her bubble burst I'm her best yet
No question
Turn the music up, Confessions
By Usher
She won't find another
To give her
grown this fetish for loose ladies and baby mommas
Some say it's bad karma, what you do, man, it come back on ya
Music got us up off them crack
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
without you
There she is
My miss forever, Miss America
Miss I wanna marry her
For worse or for better
Oh, my miss forever
Girl, you know I,I,I Love You
You
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
So I just call her Miss. Brown Eyes, Miss. Brown Eyes
Next day I was walking on the FL
Could this wanna see her pass me by
Not this time I gotta
A month ago I wouldn't be caught
Dead or alive in this spot
I'm under the influence
I'm under the influence
I'm under the influence of my lady's love
Syndicate,
Arabella Iron Lung, I love Pink Black
I sprained my finger pointing at Crucial Attack
Attack!
Attack!
Thanks to all those who's names start with J
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