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Dre young,
an' she told me all about how ya used ta take transvestites home,
an' occasionally wear thongs.
No wonda Feminem be cross dressin' in pumps

don't
I just need head by bitch in a thong
Suck on my pipe like a bong
Then I Chuck the deuce and I'm gone
Take another sip of the pimp juice
Young player

must be free
Cabbage tree Cabbage tree

So that is why I wrote this song
Bamboo bong. Last furlong. Brasilian thong.

So let me say just one more time

on my wrist, counterfeit, you know you fuck with it
Morty is a dick, cheated on by his ex, bitch

Cole gon' have to tag me in
Had a wife she came and went

This love's on fire, on fire
This love's on fire, on fire
Now the song's on, and the thong's off, and you know it's time to play
Put the, put the, put

be down as fuck
Like damn
Here go my sad song
Self conscious
I think the times wrong
Broken pieces
Cuttin stitches
Hold it tighter
Then a bad 
Thong

about when I got on my sixth song? (Six)
Got a bad bitch hoppin' out a gray thong
(Gray)
And her boobs just feelin' like a payphone
Off her top, she

Workout tapes looped in the basement.
Ripped off sleeves like 80s cavemen.

The rhythms in this song were specially designed
To induce the feeling

Yaiya
Ha
G to the zero s, t,
Who this music belong
By tomorrow I'll be gone
Sing this song
Where did it all go wrong
Was it when I strangled her with

every night and we never bond
Good hair, only comb in the house, is a silicone
She done put her thong in my mouth and we made a song
You been window

2 Nite

Huey

Notebook Paper

2007

we goin' out 2 nite
You no how we baller ??. I'm feelin fly 2nite. there ain't nothin' wrong with high heels n thong but the bra is fine. no time 2

Oochie Wally

Braveheart's

QB Finest [Clean]

2000

rat, walking by with the doobie wrap 
Tight blue jeans, air max 
Small gucci bag 
No loot and no job 
Stay home giving blow jobs 
Like no prob, it's

Summer in California baby
Yeah the suns out
Shorty twerkin by the pool
We havin fun now
She ain't got a bathing suit
So she wearin a thong
She say

She hittin the club
Taking a shot, now she on
Bottles of Dom Perignon
Dj playing my songs
She feeling my vibes
I'm feeling hers too
She texting me

ooo ooo, ooo tonight

I don't know when tough, but I want to play nintendo,
Mario and donkey kong,
I also like a song by a negro...
Sisco!  Thong

I know you're trying to see me
But I'm kinda busy
She telling me she like my song
She said she like my song

She said she got nothing on
But heels

crack a fake smile yeah!

I got my head in her thong I been writing her these songs yeah like baby what you tryna be on 
I thought that you were the one

circulation, thong too damn tight (Yah)
That ain't got shit to do with me
It ain't no point to wear it, if the shit get lost
Like goddamn, take it off
We could

off and hang you
By the seat of your pants so slam dance
And let the world feel the song
When we bumrush the set and
Take control of your dome
Cause we

Turn It Up

Busta Rhymes

The Very Best Of: 100 R&B Classics

2010

up')

Yo, word is bond
Baby let's get it on
I never say it wrong
Yo baby girl take off your thong
Let me put it in your spirit like the holy Kyron

Baby said she like it when I'm singin on my Songs 
Putting on her make up while she dancin in her thongs 
I don't wanna fuss baby I won't stay for

If you hearing this, and you get offended by what I'm about to say...
I could not give less of a shit what you think
Motherfucker
I got balls aint

a thousand songs,
And set your name in the sky,
And captives bound with leathern thongs
Shall kneel and praise you, one by one

And i'm so tired of love songs

when I'm coming home
Followed by 8 attachments
Plus all she wearing Is her thong
Free the guys can't wait til all
My brothers come back home
If you feel