Lyrics:
gon' be litty
Vintage pieces by the time she hit the city, yeah-ah
Vintage frames, I see nobody fuckin' wit' him
Pretty thug, out the third ward, hit
the lucky man? I don't have a clue
Then she said the lucky man is you
I dropped my brew
And everything looked fuzzy
Not a baby by you the neighborhood
the lucky man? I don't have a clue
Then she said the lucky man is you
I dropped my brew
And everything looked fuzzy
Not a baby by you the neighborhood
Well, I love the way she dances around
In her underwear
She probably woke the neighbors up by now
Aww but she don't care
Oh, what a pretty face
By the times she reached her teens,
She'd turned John Miller green,with jealousy
Just like you knew she would.
And then the flowers started,and she
had someone be part of my life
Never been all by myself all of my life
I kinda relied on too many people for too many things dawg
A nigga be dealin'
Valentine keeps me on your mind
This chapter is called the lucky one
Only the lucky ones get to know
Lucky to be loved by you
Lucky to be your only one
stript naked, hung high on a cross
With her heart pierced by traitors and slaves!
Glory O! Glory O! to her brave sons who died
For the cause
aren't for me, they're for you
Memories like meteors fly through my head
The sand was pearl white
Her bikini bright red
Retracing song lines gives me goose
the sun.
As I watch her sleeping.
Loves a promise thats worth keeping.
And holding it together. By holding on forever.
Girl that never ever ever let you go.
And, she's coming home
I got a picture of her down by the seashore
Wearing a bikini made of purple velour
Her hair's up like Conway Twitty's pompadour
Looka looka looka looka looka
Looka looka looka here looka shorty got back
Should I ask her for a dance? hold on there's too many in the wolf pack
alright
Because folks round here wouldn't take a million
For a different life
[Chorus]
Home sweet home
I thank my lucky stars at night
I was raised
of her kiss.
I guess she's not for me.
She's knocking on the door, but not for me.
She'll plan a two by four, but not for me.
I know that love's
Well, I took me a woman late last night
I's three-fourths drunk she looked all right
'Till she started peelin' off her onion gook
She took off her
Erica was a beautiful girl even without her makeup
She was something stunning from the time she wake up
She had many sugar daddies paying for her
Though he wasn't tall or handsome she laughed when he told her
"I'm the Sheriff of Nottingham and this is Little John"
Oh it seems we've been crying
My songs are merely dreams visiting my mind
We talk a while by a crooked stile,
You're lucky to catch a few.
There's no magic wand in a perfumed
of her kiss.
I guess she's not for me.
She's knocking on the door, but not for me.
She'll plan a two by four, but not for me.
I know that love's
Well, I took me a woman late last night
I's three-fourths drunk she looked all right
'Till she started peelin' off her onion gook
She took off her
Freedom for the scapegoat leaving Reading Jail
Rheumy eyes just pierced his heart like crucifixion nails
Shaking fists and razors gleamed, you never
intermission
I'ma let y'all just talk about how good I
Rap for a minute and I'ma come back
So I dropped out of school cause
I'm tryna eff the tutor
Her ex man
Standin' on the corner of Royal Street,
On a Sunday afternoon
Out there by the old A & P
Barefoot in the sun in June.
I saw her playin' with the
Big
of view,
If your gonna have one might as well have two
Raised up right in the hills of Kentucky,
No she ain't gonna smile til she lights up her lucky,
No
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