Lyrics:
a good ol' time
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down, and square dance with me
C'mon now, let's all get
Killing these niggas, wrist might get time in the feds
I'm stunting, Evel Knievel, dirty Sprite by the liter
Let that top down on my Beamer til' I'm tired
foreplay
Let me feel your twenty foreplay
Oh, not yet
Twenty foreplay
Twenty foreplay
Twenty foreplay
Twenty foreplay
Twenty foreplay, yes I need it
It's
forlorn, it's just the payoff
It's the rain before the storm
Don't you let my letter get you down
Don't you, don't you, don't you, don't you
My, my,
eyes
Relax
Be still my love
Let your heart slow down
'Cause I'm no through my dear
Don't stop
Remember twenty foreplay
Can you feel it twenty
on the blacktop
But she'll beat you to the matchbox
Got a blunt in the sky with the clouds in her eyes
Yeah I know what I want
Drop it baby yeah drop it down low
You had plenty money, Nineteen-Twenty-Two
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right like some other men do?
Get out of here
Just let me grieve
In private 'cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk
me down
I think I'm losin' my mind now
It's in my head, darlin', I hope
That you'll be here when I need you the most
So don't let me, don't let me
bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
Let it out, let it out, let it out
I foresee the jealousy all in your eyes
Matchbox Home
Words and Music by Heather Rice
I am a woman I am a bandit and I've been known to steal a heart way
cll of the workin, all
and pray.
[Chorus]
I left my woman with a twenty dollar bill.
I left her waiting, I hope she's waiting for me still.
If I don't be there by morning
? Do you wanna be my friend?
And if you do
Well then don't be afraid to take me by the hand
If you want to
I think this is how love goes
Check yes
Just let me grieve
In private 'cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk
Talk to me
I don't wanna let you down, I don't wanna let you down
I don't wanna let you down, I don't wanna let you down
You see how we
Just let me grieve
In private 'cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by
You had plenty money, Nineteen-Twenty-Two
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right like some other men do?
Get out of here
Let it fade to black
Let me run my fingers down your back
Let's whisper, let's don't talk
Baby, leave my t-shirt in the hall
Like a needle finds
Stay close by me baby, don't leave me for a single day.
Stay close by me baby, don't leave me for a single day.
I've got a feelin' Uncle Sam's gonna
nigga, don't you hit me 'less you buyin' six or mo'
My twenty-four blades glistenin', and my 808 kickin'
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can
don't owe you and you don't owe me
It's 1999 I'm the OG
Respect your G'z is what my homies told me
So I show real love to the dubs
20 minutes, 20
me, me, by myself
How it hurt me
Do I know she was just puttin' out?
I could not help myself
I could not help myself
Come back, baby
Let's talk it over
make a brick lock
Let me tell y'all some
Buddy a nigga right, buddy a nigga really cap
I'll run through the God damn apartment
Bend the block down
ruggedness
Feelin her so much I let her
Call me by my government
Nice soft ass even softer when I'm rubbin' it
Gotta lotta cash but I'm tryna
Get some other
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