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the lip and throw 'em off of the line
Your sweet brown legs got me feeling so blue
All I'm thinkin' about is you, baby
All I'm thinkin' about is you
tab
When I run into Chris Brown and he laugh cause he know what you know
What I don't, it make me feel like I don't know your ass
I just had to hide
the mornin'
I get Shirley Murdock, I hope your door slam lock, I'm gone
If she got with you when
She already had a man
Why wouldn't she cheat on you
(Why
don't believe you ought to be bringin' up
Your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the Secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that
the life? Ain't it the life?
Ain't it the life? Got no crime
Just sail on by
Sail on by
Ain't it the life? Ain't it the life?
Ain't it the life? Got no
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
can hide from Tom
Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
His wife was Annie Mae
With any man a game she'd play
When Tom was out of town
She
you'se a killer
Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, ain't nobody realer
Oh, you got a man, I'mma steal ya, oh, my ice is iller
Yeah, we drinking Patron and,
for tonight but in the mornin'
I get Shirley Murrdock, I hope your door slam lock, I'm gone
If she got with you when she already had a man
Why
Gone fishin' (I'm real gone, man)
You ain't working anymore (could be!)
There's your hoe out in the sun
Where you left a row half-done
You claim that
a man I've grown to hate?
And I can drive you by where I learned to curse
He's got his creased dress whites in an all black hearse
Why's the green more
headrest
Gold on my damn rims
Hey triple gold paint
Sucka I ain't ridin' thin
You want me come and get me
I'm in three sixty (Ferrari man)
Cash Money's
Clutchin' at a straw,
Ain't got nothing left
And the world keeps shoutin' more, more.
You haven't got an earthly
'Cause your heart bust up inside.
laughed
We laughed
We laughed
We laughed till tears ran down my face
Oh, but, my man, you're someone else's man
And that ain't the man that I want
ride
Got to settle one old score
One small point of pride
Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon
We'll keep you from the sun
Ain't no bed will
ride
Got to settle one old score
One small point of pride
Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon
We'll keep you from the sun
Ain't no bed will
Gone fishin' (I'm real gone, man)
You ain't working anymore (could be!)
There's your hoe out in the sun
Where you left a row half-done
You claim that
don't believe you ought to be bringin' up
Your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the Secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that
You're my man, you're so nice and brown
Sweetest man in this town
I heard you say you was goin' away
And leave me here to stay
I feel like I could
got your man popped
See what they did to Biggie and Pac
Pour a lil', lil' liquor out, pour a lil' malt liquor out
Pour it out, pour it out, pour it
white
At a reasonable price? Nah, I ain't tryin' to bargain with you
Them niggas hatin'? Well, I guess they gonna be starvin' with you
I got two jobs,
wish to be a man?
Do you wish to be a man?
Oh, do you wish to be a man?
Well the misery is yours,
If you hide behind that door,
If you hide behind
My cane by my side, (Yes, your cane by your side)
Now fetch me a little gin, son (Ain't got no gin, father)
What? 'fore I tan your hide, now, (You
you see that I love you, girl
I need your love
'Cause living ain't all, hey, hey
I got to tell you about it
I, I got to let you know
Can we sit
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