Lyrics:
The sound that you're listening to is from my guitar
That's named Lucille. I'm very crazy about Lucille.
Lucille took me from the plantation. Oh
on Jambalaya.
Well before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand,
By the time I could talk I had my own band.
I went on the road when I was eight years old,
When
I'm never alone
Walking through the city
Head stuck in my phone
Gum and ash on my rickys
I leave her alone
She's alone looking pretty
Pretty sad
I
now Humphrey. If you loved me, you shouldn’t have bickered with me all that time.
HUMPHERY:
But don’t you see Pearl, I didn’t know how to express my
Finding my keys with the Tile
Pretty unique like the Nile
Volunteer work in the file
30 hours stacking up
Cranberry juice in my cup
High ceiling sky's
taken
By the rock star
So I gave him my number
He calls me up
And he takes me away
Singin' sweet songs in my ear
But I know when he's out on tour
He
new sweater
But I threw my fist at you
Oh, Ricky Dale
You put me through some happy kind of hell
But we always stick together just as well
Oh, no, no,
roses approach my table
They're shaking their bodies inviting me
I could not say a word in that sensual moment
Cos they were all over me
I lost myself in
later, Mr. Guitar Man
Before you left you should've held on to my hand
Without you there is no music for the band
Mr. Guitar Man
You made me feel nothing
that River Mississippi
Freaky nigga like I sing with Pretty Ricky
Huh? Yeah, yeah
Got the adlibs from Smiggy
Nails done, but my trigger finger itchy
ridin' high.
Soul standin' by, soul standin' by,
Soul standin' by, yeah I'll never die. Guitar!
Yeah baby, she said.
Oo baby, oo love me, come
her
And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty
much
She traveled with me always
Through the alleys and bars
Songs I sang and friends I knew
Were part of that guitar
At nights it was my
lose control so
Ride me on ya feet you can do it
Fuck me Jodeci love music
Grind me pretty Ricky we can do it
Fuck me like you wanna see JR
So throw it
mobile)
This for my niggas with the pretty cars (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggas who got all the hoes (look at the grill on my
High as fuck with the Ricky's on Shout out to my twin,Lay Lay You know I put my twizzys on Choppa chase a nigga down
Yeah, you know the blicky gone
in my rear view mirror, best get out if you're not going my way
Little too late to win me back I'll be gone by the end of the day
Gonna play my guitar
are
A mahogany guitar
We mix the six play
Flip it a million ways
Spend your every fantasy
Your desire's fulfilled by my song
Makin love till
gyal fi get bun
Pretty face, Chinese bangs, and one bun
Cute likkle miss, mi waistline a twist
Gimme way, bet me back up and bubble pno this
Look
Will my super powers
Be of the Superman that went coward
No, that is not I
Do not stand by the man side who shouts pride
2015 the government knew
sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me? (Will you sell that pussy for me?)
Check the forecast, it's Wavy Q, I should make the news
My
The sound that you're listenin' to
Is from my guitar that's named Lucille
I'm very crazy about Lucille
Lucille took me from the plantation
Or you
Harmonizing every day and night
We'll go far
My pretty red guitar
We're bright and shining like stars
Strawberry red is driving me mad
Strawberry red is going
on Jambalaya
Now before I could walk
I had a guitar in my hand
By the time I could talk, I had my own band
I went on the road when I was eight years old
When I
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