Lyrics:
charity he says I ain't no beggar man
All I need is a chance to get back on my feet
But we just pass him by well it could be you or me
I've seen enough
my booty is big and it shake (it shake)
A mango in shape (yeah), he love me with weight
Every brown shade, braids, long hair, or fades (fine)
You
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
to know when you gon' bring back my damn car
This man fussin' about some damn dominoes
It ain't all that serious, for damn dominoes
Shit, I'ma miss my
you do about Willy Mays
Martin Luther King
Olatunji
Well, the funniest woman I ever seen
Was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean
She takes about
down there, might be your man I don't know
Lord you got me trapped woman, up on the second floor
If I get by this time I won't be trapped no more
So
a man down there, might be your man I don't know.
Lord you got me trapped woman, up on the second floor;
If I get by this time I won't be trapped no
there's a man down there,
Might be your man, I don't know.
Lord you got me trapped woman,
Up on the second floor,
If I get by this time
I won't be
you do about Willy Mays
Martin Luther King
Olatunji
Well, the funniest woman I ever seen
Was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean
She takes about
sweet breath because
I saw the way you looked away from my eyes
And once is enough
But a man can't help can't help but learn his lesson
But a man he
every woman and every man
They want to take a righteous stand
Find the love that God wills
And the faith that He commands
I've got my finger
Ticket agent ticket agent : which away has my woman
gone
Say describe your woman : and I'll tell you what road
she's on
She's a long tall mama : five
every woman and every man
They want to take a righteous stand
Find the love that God wills
And the faith that He commands
I've got my finger
not mess with me.
Hey, 'cause you know I'll getcha one by one.
Ain't no fun.
I'm that old hoochie coochie man,
a bad son of a gun.
Got a John
I've had enough
Well I'm gonna show you baby that a woman can be tough
So come on, come on, come on and
Take it
Take another little piece
home
I've had the desert fever since I've been gone
I need some loving so bad that I can't see
When a woman looks a man in the eye
You know it takes
you, babe
All I'm thinkin' about is you,
Ain't nothin' in this world take away these blues
All I'm thinkin' about is you
All I'm thinkin' about
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
had enough
Well I'm gonna show you baby that a woman can be tough
So come on, come on, come on and
Take it
Take another little piece of my heart
here baby
Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand
Well, you be my woman
And I'll be your city-boy, country man.
I'm gonna move up to the country
whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity (no, no, no, no)
It seems the rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up,
stupidity was a crime
Lord, he'd spent his life in jail
He didn't even have enough common sense
To take the woman to a motel, so she told him
Put your
come here, baby
Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand
Well, you be my woman
And I'll be your city-boy, country man
I'm gonna move up
oh, but I don't think you can
'Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man
Women like you they're a dime a dozen, you can buy 'em anywhere
For you
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