Lyrics:
to the ends of the Earth
One on one to talk to you
Like film stars they get close to you
You've mirrored his appeal
He wants you so, he wants to be beside
appeal and the liquor do
Make a straight girl go down
Just spit down, I might fuck around and lick her too
It ain't a problem, my metabolism high
Eat
Years we've been together
Seems we can't get along
No matter what I do
I don't appeal to you
Makes no difference whether
I am right or wrong
If
Do ride up with the 20 inch wheel
wood grain in the slamp for the sex appeal
got 'em bumpin' jumpin' sayin' somethin'
How ya do dat there the hoes
thought of it all day
She's cookin' the meat for me
What a meal it's gonna be
Oh, I cooked a lovely meal
To my man it will appeal
When he comes in
guilty of is loving you
Loving you and now I'm losing you oh losing you for things I didn't do
Please let your heart consider and appeal for now you
Life has just begun,
Jack has found his Jill
Don't know what you've done
But I'm all a-thrill.
How could words express
Your divine appeal?
You
I know you got your charm appeal
And you always play the field
I'm crazy you're all mine
As long as the sun continues to shine
There's a place
and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
I know you got your charm appeal
And you always play the field
I'm crazy you're
like some criminals and never thought we'd be here
They can't even compare niggas like me, I'm out in Egypt
My nigga just went up for appeal, he want
to get his ass hit
Yeah, pay that lil' dime
Yeah, if you get knocked for that body
Yeah, do that lil' time (appeal)
Yeah, half of a brick is a nine
or knife
I pack a checkbook and I just point guard
Russel Westbrook on the real nigga
The clips got curves that's sex appeal nigga
I’m extra ill, you
Pay
Uh, head over heels
Mind on a bills
The mass appeal
It's hard to miss
My heart on cold
When shit was real
I follow codes
That's what it is
without her
But I will set her free and let her fly
I ain't got much charm or sex appeal
But I'm gonna go ahead and tell her just how I feel, oh yeah
Well you're acting up and I think you feel
Feel that you're all something
You had my head choose up my just appeal
You're knocking down pretend that
(yeah)
I'm smokin' on thrax pack, gotta keep the seal on it, yeah (that's kush)
You catch a body, gotta put appeal on it, yeah
I'm Prince high-key,
this Supreme Louis V
I just popped another pill, pour that lean in the peach
Hope my cousin get his appeal, make it back to these streets
Floating
(second best)
Second best (second)
What's left of you that's real?
A mutated ideal
With limited appeal, I suggest
If winning is an art
Then it's
I'm staring down myself, counting up the years
Steady hands just take the wheel
And every glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal
For
respect for my enemy
In the shadows they lie
In the shadows we live
And in the shadows we cry
In the fashion of virtue
Is now a hopeless appeal
Cause
appeal)
Cum vix justus sit securus? (When scarcely the just man shall be secure?)
Juste Judex ultionis (Righteous Judge of vengeance)
Ante diem rationis
He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile
Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories
First
turn me
Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
I know you got charm and appeal
You always
rappers
[Nas]
He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile
Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
You need to stay around I feel like telling some
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