Lyrics:
fall
He had concubines and wives
He called his Babylon "Paradise"
On his throne, he drank and ate
But for Belshazzar it was getting late
For he
forgotten desire
I was your concubine and then your Madonna
You couldn't see anything behind your baby's mama
How long is lonely supposed to last?
I was
fall.
He had concubines and wives,
He called his Babylon "Paradise."
On his throne he drank and ate,
But for Belshazzar it was gettin' late.
fall.
He had concubines and wives,
He called his Babylon "Paradise."
On his throne he drank and ate,
But for Belshazzar it was gettin' late.
fall
He had concubines and wives
He called his Babylon "Paradise"
On his throne he drank and ate
But for Belshazzar it was gettin' late
For he
tell the boy as far as he is able
To respect his wives and love his concubines?
Shall I tell him everyone is like the other
And the better
And the child I'll be raising may have his blue eyes
What if he grows up and dies
On some distant unnamable hillside or field
Because a king and a concubine
and couldn't outsell me
I'm a legend in my own time a prophet in my own rhymes
A king wit' a concubine
Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that
thread
But without an ounce of mercy
They denounced him with a curse
Hammering on the door upon Viceroy's Row
Now his little concubine in her cemetery
fall.
He had concubines and wives,
He called his Babylon "Paradise."
On his throne he drank and ate,
But for Belshazzar it was gettin' late.
legs
If it ain't me that's knocking at your door
I know you ain't a concubine
I know you ain't a one night stand
I don't wanna waste your time
If
My sweet concubine
You got me up all night
Such a waste of wine
Let it all flow down
Oh, you seem lonely too
Let's change in who knows who
popped out
Everything is here
Easy-peasy lemon time
Tout va bien, cherie
I'm a concubine
I'm a concubine
the smile right off your face
She a friend of mine
She a concubine
The sweetest wine
I gotta make her mine
God I love the sweet taste of India
the smile right off your face
She a friend of mine
She a concubine
The sweetest wine
I gotta make her mine
God I love the sweet taste of India
(You've got to know when to hold them
Know when to fold them)
I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal your concubine, walk away with your
your concubine, walk away with your goldmine
So oh ah achiga, mamase mamasa mamakusa
Fuck the sheriff, I shot john Wayne
Push him off the runaway train
fall.
He had concubines and wives,
He called his Babylon "Paradise."
On his throne he drank and ate,
But for Belshazzar it was gettin' late.
wit' a concubine
[Chorus]
Niggas like you, a dime a dozen
They come and go
So why I'm runnin' now
And I ain't never run before
Grab choppers,
the concubine, callin' mine crazy
See in God's desire make water wine, pause in time, it's common they often hate me
Never will I walk in line, I cross the T's
quantize
She is my concubine, I am her porcupine
I poke her face her throat for taste, give me head like I'm on her mind
I know her analyzation, so when she
his faithful concubine
Wide open, wide, loose like bowels after collard greens
The mistake was made
Love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin
and sweetly and stinging my eyes
And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine
Wide open, wide, loose like bowels after
concubine
My slender waist and thighs
Are exhausted and weak
From a night of cloud dancing
But my eyes are still lewd
And my cheeks are flushed
My old wet
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