Lyrics:
It'll give your ass seconds
Do you wanna get shot or
Stabbed? Nigga it's a choice
It's a preference
Activis I just been sippin'
These niggas got a foot
didn't think to ask his preference
You can bring your dress
And your favorite dog
And your husband's cane and
Your old spotted hog 'Cause in this lifetime
(Here we go, baby)
(Troy Taylor, you the G.O.A.T.)
Girl, you know my preferences
So if you comin', I'ma need references, yeah
You know I'm
I can't make no dinner, but a nigga with the breakfast
We can smoke, we can fuck, what's your preference?
Wrote to Santa just to put you on my sex
on
I've got a preference I'll defend right, right over wrong
I won't wait till they say when
Or wait for them to tell me when I can
Why would I wait
His preference was more sorta like soccer
Me, I do operas with the Mali and the vodka
Out in Cali gettin proper, and I, betcha fifty
My whole
the Great underneath a big horse
Your sexual preference is me of course
I get away with murder and I promise not to hurt her
If I have to shoot
Niggas diss me and bullets just start flying
First class ticket to niggas gettin' the stitches
Seat back preference, let the nigga rest quick
One
Candlelights
Poconos
Rose petals in the snow, look pretty though
Abracadabra, I popped the question
Anyone of these three stones is your preference
Back
carbs
I'll eat that
My wife's got a lasting supply I got a serious appetite
And I'm a passionate guy
He said his sexual preference was often
She said her
the trenches
And yeah I'm lightin' ooh-ooh, please don't hate me for my preference
Lil' bro, how you a shooter with no play? That shit impressive
Lil' bro,
espèce de pin
Pin parasol de préférence
Qui saura prémunir contre l'insolation
Les bons amis venus faire sur ma concession
D'affectueuses révérence
Oh
Teach me
Teach, teach
Labour or Conservatives, I ain't got a preference
The only thing that they consider is two thirds of a sentence
I was
espèce de pin
Pin parasol de préférence
Qui saura prémunir contre l'insolation
Les bons amis venus faire sur ma concession
D'affectueuses révérence
It's so peculiar how you've come and changed my mind
I'll forever stop, hope it doesn't hurt
What's your preference? 'Cause I know mine
And it's you
part the sea, what's your fragrance, tasting like Baileys
Put me in a spell like seance
Shelter when it's rainy, Bob Marley, what's your preference
my occupation
I'm a prayin' man working on my patience
I got no preference, politic party
Parents take away my car keys
Mass lets out, rollin'
like arguin' is your preference
I admit it, sometimes I can be selfish
Like you better not give my pussy away
Is that goin' against the rules of the game
preference cause I use the law of nature as a reference
No I don't ever recall seein' a man turn up pregnant
But that's just me
From them female fantasies
preference cause I use the law of nature as a reference
No I don't ever recall seein' a man turn up pregnant
But that's just me
From them female fantasies
got the world partying for days
But my specialty and my preference
Is a thing called funk
I can funk you to your knees
Oh, hallelujah, baby
I can make
from the crypt spilling the festive morning beverage of your preference, I step in hog heaven, stoney with no weapons, pissing on teleprompters, selling
feels imminent
Done for your benefit
Eat right out of their hand
Its concaved all your glands
We're encouraged to forget
Preference to be force fed
reference, my epic preference
Fresh mint, tight lint, you get trapped inside the monkey wrench
Ain't no man lover ever gonna silk the sealer
I'm blessed like
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