Lyrics:
comparing her to you
That's 'cause I'm no good, I'm no good to anyone after loving you
Your precious love cannot be erased by just another woman with
Now, just because you're pretty and you think you're mighty wise
You tell me that you love me, then you roll those big brown eyes
When I saw you
were in love
High on a mountain of love
Night after night I'm a-standin' here alone
Weepin' out my heart till the cold grey dawn
Prayin' that
mind
Good times and get caked up, uh, sunshine coming through my blinds
I'm living but, really though, it's never enough
Ten milli on, that's a must,
on a mountain of love
(What, honey?)
High on a mountain of love.
(hahahaha.)
Ooh baby...
(That's good.)
One more time. oooh baby. oooooo.
(That's a good
the love living in these places
Church on Sunday, tyre swings
Good and the bad times
Praying on our knees
Thanking the lord for this beautiful life
You know I love that organic cooking
I always ask for more
And they call me Mr. Natural
On down to the health food store
I only eat good sea salt
You big stench in my life, you big stench
Huh, I'm big rich
Go run that comma, tell your mama, ho-ho
You know I'm crazy like my mama, ho-ho
You
Say, that man of mine, he's as sturdy as a rock
Made out of real good stuff, he's made out of real good stock
With the big strong arms & hands
going
And what a jump he's got, he's trying for third
Here's the throw, it's in the dirt-safe at third
Holy cow, stolen base, he's taking a pretty big
the pretty photograph?
Save her flowering and fair
The days to come, the days to share
A big smile for the camera
How did she know?
The moment could be
like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the dots
A country girl that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in
Or good like my mama
It's money that I love
It's money that I love
They say that's money
Can't buy love in this world
But it'll get you a half-pound
of pretty bitches, I just pay they bills now
Money make 'em feel good, but, damn, she make me feel good
Known for gettin' that guala out in Europe, but I'm
I kept track of all the love that I gave him
And on paper, well, it looked pretty good
He left a note that said he couldn't stay here
As if I could
as it is
Swear that money like the chili double hot
Dog tater chip bag
No sir, no shoes, no swag,
I'll get cash, put that title by my name
Hottest
to get by
You never bothered
About anyone else
You're well educated
With no common sense
But love, that's one thing
You really need to get by
her that's the good, the bad, the ugly
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
B.I.G. said get ya money ain't no telling they gon love me
We
It was so good when he loved you
I could tell by the sunshine on your face
I know he bought you pretty things
I know he made your world a happy place
Talkin' 'bout big legged mommas back in style again
I mean, them short fat fannies back in style again
You ain't had no real good love till you been
'Cause I look pretty cryin'
Oh, they ain't tell you?
Love me or hate me
Who are you changing?
And I don't give a fuck, no
That's exactly how I
girl I'm comin' through
I got a couple things that we can do
I just had to call ya
Big T and I'm from Chicago
You know I gotta represent the city
clothes, pretty ass toes
Oh, how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass, high class, anything goes
Catch 'em in the club throwing pretty ass 'bows
Long
Doesn't that mean love to you
Doesn't that mean anything
If I threw away my pride
And I got down on my knees
Would I have to beg you, "pretty please"
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