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Closer than before I know you feel the same way, too Watercolor nights You painted these, I'm impressed by you Question love and God And will
it's black power, nigga we the shit (I love my people) If I'm not being detained Then I'ma plead the fifth I'ma make it home, officer, read my lips
I am one, one that shines Yeah, I was born of a scorpion´s mind I am one, so alive Don´t try to teach me what your lips can´t decide I´m
I never want a jheri curl up under my hat The woman in my bed has got to be strictly black I never want money if my lyrics are wack So I must, roc,
to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me. The night that we danced by the light of the moon, Wid Phil to the fore wid his flute, When Phil threw his lip over
To risk everything. In your goblet the wine is black As a moonless night Wet your lips before you kiss The blazing light Bets are off but the game is
on the lips was forbidden, I was on it She curvy, then shorty was cornered, no worries For the naughty, it was higher performance, or was it really?
Your walls are painted green Our vines have intertwined Was this your parting gift? Black eye and bloody lip Ten years from now I'll still remember
And not a word escapes his lips They don't even try. His words would rather stay with him As long as possible But his melody is for me and for you. I
tiger's masque And should I be sung and unbroken by not saying You mind not saying He'll hang that heart's black and dull as the night Still being cried
Black sheep boy, Blue-eyed charmer, Head hanging with horns From your father. Oh, In a cold little mirror you were grown, By a black little
dangerously free Cage dive My heart, my ribs, are filling up Black eyes Yeah we only love what's killing us Cut ties Still I let you fall on me and now You're
ain't got no fuckin money Yeah I'm in the bed wit yo thot, and we shootin movies I can do this shit by myself, and we getting groovy Gotta 38 wit that Chi
the sun She took the initiative And down the path she went She filled her pots after she swam There, by the riverbed With silent determination She came
Smell of blood and my teeth get sharp Lick my lips for a taste of the hunt Pupils dilate as I anticipate of the thrill of the kill I'll make Your
glands Take away my heart, put it in the coals Slice me up fine, serve me in bowls Checks my eyes for signs of life Masticated by the spasticated I black
were wrote on the scent it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp in the land of protest a man-day
Molly, ecstasy and Mary Yea my bitches they stay high I don't know if they write stories But my bitches stay by Give me head till I'm sleeping Compliment
You should have seen him lick his lips At old black Molly B Louisiana rain Is falling at my feet Baby, I'm noticing the change As I move down
You should have seen him lick his lips That old black Molly B Louisiana rain Is falling at my feet Baby, I'm noticing the change As I move down
You should have seen him lick his lips At old black Molly B Louisiana rain Is falling at my feet Baby, I'm noticing the change As I move down
niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon Cause I be duckin' crazy spades The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs Why is
The poem was written by the noble lord Byron (1788 - 1824) When the moon is on the wave, And the glow-worm in the grass, And the meteor on the grave,
lips as good news You'll have the hardest black and dullest knife We hanged your pass and start being as you Still being cried and laughed
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