Lyrics:
nigga DA
Rockin' tours and we still young boys
We got bitches (what?), they got some bomb-ass lips
She used to put 'em on this bomb-ass dick
She
Lord it's a feelin' you have
When you're strollin' along with your girl
Thinking of things
Of things gone long by
All the times we spend
When
long
I point my nose to the west and when I see her again, she’ll do some moaning of her own
Black harlot, black shadow lips
She’s clawing, black
red lips
And when she walked by I almost flipped
Zindy Lou
A lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou
A lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou
A lou lou lou, ooh Zindy Lou
it isn't me
If it isn't me, if it
Now when she go black, she ain't never coming back
I'm sorry Mr. H, I thought you already knew that
You'll see
And since she's gone and wouldn't hear
Who would care? what good would that do?
But I'm still here
So I imagine in a month or 12
I'll be somewhere
Another notch on your gun
Years gone by and now I'm eight
The girl next door, I can't tolerate
She found a patient, oh, I give in
She's the nurse with
clothes and just bare feet
We got to help him if we can
You see his momma, she's all alone
Can't get by cause her daddy's gone
We got to help her if
Inside information, taken down note by note
A silent footstep, that's all she wrote
Shit, that's all she wrote
You got no need to worry
The baby's gone
babbles on
She lays a wreath of lilies on his grave
His flame gone along with the love he never gave
Not to be seduced by those red lips
Two
Stretchin' out her long legs
Pullin' up her stockings
She's combing out her black hair
Starin' at the teacher
Openin' her lips wide
Shiftin' in her seat. Yeah,
I will find out where she has gone
And see her lips and take her hand
And walk through long green dappled grass
And pluck till time and times are
Flirtation is an art with Betty Co-ed,
Her station quite depends upon her charms,
She gets the men in rushes by well-cultivated blushes
young child's
Face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
Coming down on that child's lips
Well I hope I don't die too
want me to get a spaceship tatted inside of my lip oohhh ohh..
Cause that's when she feel like she own me,
Own each other, loving..
Own each other
black cloud you deserve wonderful weather
Run a few errands (Ross), summers in Paris
Never shopping in clearance, don't make me embarrassed
She never
was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear
As the black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night,
Isn't haunted by every
in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, you're wearin' me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in
On a telephone pole
Now she never looked back
She just said go driver go
Well I know I could have caught her
But I ran out of luck
She was long gone
tours and we still young boys
We got bitches (what), they got some bomb-ass lips
She used to put 'em on this bomb-ass dick
She always talked some
On a telephone pole
Now she never looked back
She just said go driver go
Well I know I could have caught her
But I ran out of luck
She was long gone
then I lick my fingers
Well every morning I deliver the news
Black hat white shoes and I'm red all over
She's got a big mailbox that she puts up
Well the pressure's down, the boss ain't here
He's gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By
The reason that I'm moving with this ooh-wee
I was lovin' life, I got too deep (I was too deep)
Woke up in my room, she was long gone
Toni singing me
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