Lyrics:
to kill it
I'm raw and I'm ruckus
I run up and buck 'em
A couple nun chucks, is high when you swing it
A samurai sword, and a star, I'ma fling it
I
of my drop top
The wind coulda blew my high top off
Mansdem turn the ride hot box
Fuckin' hell they coulda got my licence lost
Ayy bro fling
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-last call
Might be a fling
Might be the real thing
Don't you let me be the last to know
All my friends are
weh she reach cross and tell me?
A real badman she wah fling di pussy pon
She nuh wah no amateur, no rookie man
She nuh want nuh duggu duggu, nor
add a K on the opps
If I beat this one that I step with
Reckless, all of my bros done cheffings
Slip, you're pissed, fling corn where you head is
(naughty)
And she can tell I weren't paying attention
It still ended with a naughty fling (bad one)
Just landed on the strip
See couple goonies and I
Phillip
Oh, at art camp, I played Lumiere
And the beast and I had a fling
I'd run my fingers through his hair
Well, beast so, fur
His second show
the plug "Fling it all in" (yeah)
Over here we sinning but we winning darling
Why your boyfriend take his watch off when he's swimmin' darling?
Over here
It was just one of those things
Just one of those crazy flings
One of those bells that now and then rings
Just one of those things
It was just
ten minutes, I loved ya
Weekend thing, three-day fling
Found myself in the deep end now swim
Seeing you on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Halloween,
I can see your reservations
Hesitations second guessin'
'Cause I'm sayin' what you hear all the time
This ain't no weekend fling
No one night
shawty beg me to leave that trap
My shawty beg me to leave that trap
She don't like it when I fling them packs
But I'm stuck in the dirt with white
dead
Then mi fling more cocky to yuh pussy
Mek you raise up, shake up, drop off a bed (ay gyal)
You ah tease me, but me like it
Me nuh have no self
I'm overdue
Feeling the first kiss, tasted the first bliss
It's always new
Always just a fling, never the real thing
Maybe it's true
Maybe
the reasons to be right
Never goes to fling
And I just wanna be your man
Ah ah ah ah
I think of all the times
She had dollars in her eyes
Ah ah ah ah
I won't bow to the queen of the misguided fling
You can't make me live in your prison
I'm allowed to be me on the edge of my seat
You know that
You thought you had all the answers, dancing on the tip of your tongue
There was no saving this relationship; it was just a fling that was flung
You
a little fling
So take off your clothes
cause I'll know
that you're the real thing
Love had never made a difference
Living in a lonely life
Love had never
It was just one of those things
Just one of those crazy flings
One of those bells that now and then rings
Just one of those things
It was just
nigga, five minute fling
Then I was riding a train home, fuckin' with Ramen
Doing stick ups with rusty llamas, we ain't got nothing in common
If I told
to the fact
It was just a simple fling and that was all
That was all
But I fell for her so quickly I didn't see
That there was no place to fall
But in
It was just one of those things
Just one of those crazy flings
One of those bells that now and then rings
Just one of those things
It was just
as hell
But still innocent
Bumpin' hip hop
On cassette tapes
I would dream about bein' the next great
Out late on a date
With my high school fling
this hip-hop thing
You had a fling
Me? I'm like holy matrimonies and wedding rings
Married to the craft
Your catalog I bury in a flash
Remind me
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