Lyrics:
But still, I make girls brown eyes blue at will (until)
My ass was no longer mass appeal
Oh shit, I guess that was all the fame I was alloted
Wait
what particular way?)
It just don't appeal to me, it's
There's no music in it
It's just, you know, niggers talking
The nights are cold,
For love is old.
Love was grand when love was new,
Birds were singing, skies were blue.
Now it don't appeal to you,
The thrill is
Girl you drive my train you rule
I'm your pet tell me what to do
Girl I'm good in my heart I'm real
Girl you turn me on with your sex appeal
a hunger that makes me want things
I'm just a victim of filth
Nowhere are we safe
From the power of
From the reach of
From the appeal of
The eternal
you.
I don't care if it's a big success;
As long as it will change your 'no' to 'yes'.
Chorus:
My song won't appeal to a lover of art.
My song
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
have no appeal
How you get a record deal?
Like shell-toe Adidas, ain't a damn thing changed
The way I shoot off lyrics like a firin' range
make the booty stop
Now drop and do the booty wop (ooh)
The way you shakin' your reals, will appeal
Is makin of a whole lot of bills
But I ain't into
the black stretch Hummer on the stage at the show
So how ya feel? I'm all true like Alexander O'Neill
With a hundred and fifty percent freak appeal
I'll
the mighty appeal Oh, people awake
Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers
Get 'em with the numbers
I had a dream Mr. King
If you'll beg my
It's driven me before
And it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal
But lately, I'm beginning to find that I
Should be the one behind the wheel
Our natural appeal got them others on hold
Them girls dealin' with us tonight
Came with the large appetite and got served
Got nerve to think less,
the rim
Full-length feature films what we up against
You know the drill, keep it real, they gon' fuck with it
You lost appeal when you got in touch with
the jungle
Baby
Told Lil D look up the best appeal lawyer in Georgia
I'ma get it for you
Cookin' up them meals, make sure I eat
You know I feel for you
a fair deal
Sell it all on sex appeal
How you currently feel
Don't need any, just buy one
The second one will be a steal
Hashtagging, photo
rollin' the big dawg appeal, huh
And the plug gave me a bad baby, had to play Dr. Phil, huh
Rushin' a hundred yards, fuck a quarter back, I gotta get me
I'd rather pay appeals
Ask me for some cash, I'll give it to you, I'm like the bank, for real
What you know 'bout bein' around all them drugs? That
they do time for bein' real
I got Boona in my heart, he did his time, he ain't squeal
Gotta beat your case in court, you ain't got time for no appeal
hurt
Please don't think about the streets, put your appeal first
Before I ever tell a lie, I give you the real first
Before I ever tell a lie, I give
was they when I was homeless?
Now I got whip appeal, now I got chips to deal
Talkin' million dollar goals on porcelain thrones
With heated floors,
(boom)
Just made a order for a lawyer, bro'nem facin' appeal (uh-huh)
My guy's a real upstandin' brother, on occasion he kills (uh-huh)
We not actin',
out my feelings (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I be tryin', but I can't, yeah (I can't, yeah)
I knew this shit wasn't right
Appeals gon'
sorry I'm mad again
He in a cell when I say sorry it's his pride again
This lawyer money steady stacking up so his appeal won't get denied again
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