Lyrics:
like a mason
Don't tell nobody you my baby
She fell in love with the real
Now she don't fuck with the fakers
Me and her nigga was sharing a home
I
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
aisle number three
I came face-to-face with an old memory
Caught by surprise I felt I was gasping for air
Paper or plastic can't you see man I don't
St. Louis woman with all the diamond rings
Drives that man around by her apron strings
If it wasn't for powder and for store bought hair
The man she
To broadcast her preaching to the nation.
She found a man named Armistead who knew enough
To run the radio while Aimee did her stuff.
She held a camp
got the girl (with all the cards)
I got the girl (she's a work of art)
I got the girl (who's gonna break my heart)
If I was a holy man I'd get down
My brothers said that I was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child, so I got by with more
I guess she was tired by the time I came along,
baby
Well, like being hit by a fallen tree
Woman, what you do to me
Well, she's not too tall, complexion is fair
Man she knocked me out the way she
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
talkin' out her neck, makin' her fingers snap
She like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap
You better R-E-S-P-E-c-T me"
I got this French chick
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
wit' ones (I tell 'em I tell 'em)
I got that paper bag full of paper
Bag full of kush
Big choppa I can hit you from a hundred foots
What's
Thought you might like to know
I'm the lorry driver man
She's on the run
Down by the river side
Feeding ducks by the afternoon tide
Apples and oranges
their mother
I saw her when she came out, she was gettin' some Pampers
They said it was for the black man
They said it was for the Mexican, and not for
Hi out there. This is Shaun Goldberg and you're listening to W-A-N-K
This evening I've got someone really interesting with me.
He's over from old
baby
Well, like being hit by a fallen tree
Woman, what you do to me
Well, she's not too tall, complexion is fair
Man she knocked me out the way she
the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, in my coke white Mercedes
My new bitch, she a waitress, strip club is a trap
Stick my dick in her pussy when she come sit
Sugar Magnolia blossom's blooming
Head's all empty and I don't care
Saw my baby down by the river
Knew she'd have to come up soon for air
Sweet
Jermaine: A man can’t do no more
Than a woman’ll let him
She wasn't makin' mistakes cause she'll
Know she'll regret them
A woman will stick by you
stretch
I got it mastered man
In the hood I'm like plastic man!
Stretch
Fantastic man,
I make the money come faster man!
Yeah
Your favorite bad guy's gone,
the mornin' paper in black and white
Then I wouldn't have to be the one who breaks your heart in two,
But she told me she'd found somebody new
Have I got
Thought you might like to know
I'm the lorry driver man
She's on the run
Down by the river side
Feeding ducks by the afternoon tide
Apples and oranges
Thought you might like to know
I'm the lorry driver man
She's on the run
Down by the river side
Feeding ducks by the afternoon tide
Apples and oranges
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