Lyrics:
Birds of a feather flock together in the club, got some model bitches with me
Twerk twerkin just for fun, imitators on the left, ballin niqqaz
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm
While we are on the subject of hard work
I just wanted to say you that, "I always was a man who likes hard work"
I was born working and I worked my
Hey
I know a cool trick
Speckled and sick
Leave it to me
Chased by a bee
Check your knees
Pull out all the meat
Admission to the crime
You've lost
Come on gal gimme whatcha' got I love all the things you do
Give you everything I own let's make a little home
I only wanna be with you
Let me put my
I was raised to be a model citizen
putting others first, always a given
You will never hear me utter
The talk that you hear in the gutter
I'll even
the morning with her on my mind
Took to find it out all night I been cryin'
But I believe a woman's a man's best friend
I'm gonna stick by hr till the very
'cause they give it up quicker and they learn to pull a trigger
All role models on TV
Most of us ain't got a TV, you feel me?
Shit, Michael Jordan don't
bottle
Model after model
This is my motto
Live for today
Fuck tomorrow
When I was old enough to get it on my own
No stopping me
Raised by the O.G's
Never
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or if was with somebody else
You don't under stand she make the people say yeah, yeah
I
carpet...
Eki balwanya e somalia siki manyi kuba oli mulungi... yei
Time check it is 10:30 bwemba nawe nyumilwa zi parte...
Bcz gal you murder me... gal you
they see me, point and stare at me
'Cause they just wanna live through me vicariously
Fashion weekend, Paris week, party like a rock star
Get blown by
to have rules, not lulus,
Never have I seen a man run that fast,
I'm surprised that he never done a poo poo (fart noise),
Oi donut, dickhead beenie man's
I am a young man from the town of Kiandra
I married a young woman to comfort my home
She goes out and she leaves me and truly deceives me
She
we're on the line
She said my voice just make her smile
Hands up like you pull up by a cop
I know you like when I hit it from the back
She have a man
words thatll make ya ass fiant/ cuz i aint afraid of nothing but im scared of god/
cuz i no that he keeps me working on a regular job/
but come on man you
(Littyyy Bro Flacko)
Buss it, gal buss it
Put that body on my body, make me buss it
Own it, gal own it
Pull it up, throw it down, yeah roll it
On fire, gal
left in his youth
To others he may only be a good musician
For me he was like a brother, role model, inspiration
Maan iss gal da ki kath hoyi lokaan di
nothing on me
Ah, come to me, run to me, come to me now
We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God
Man, oh, man, I just love Christmas
It's
guy?
Were you thinking when you kissed me on the hive?
Searching desperately for your ex-gal
Remembering you by your burnt fag smell
When I see you,
of salt
The pharaohs live 900 years
The pharaohs live 900 years
But who calls that living
When no gal's gonna give in
To no man who wants 900 years
I'm
the numbers was hot
Life rugga had me cuffin' a lot
I said, "Fuck it" many times, man
I ain't gon' lie between
Keisha bein' pregnant and
Me bein' independent
I
say what you want, that's what it is
All I know is that the thoia thoing man its the sh*t
Afro's, cornrow's, hair weave's you gotta love it
White,
even if the days are tough
Girl I got your back, me and you verse the world
Serve it up, I'm versatile, second verse is served
Earned my gal, that's
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