Lyrics:
I can tell by the way you've been lookin' at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been dancing wit yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz you down? Iz
I can tell by the way you've been lookin' at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been dancing wit yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz you down? Iz
I could tell by the way you've been lookin' at yo girlfriend
I could tell by the way you've been dancing wit' yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz
while, I'ma be rich forever
Girl seducers, they come in deuces
But when I cut 'em off they always become a nuisance
Niggas take my old flows and they
Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by
Depression settin' in, desperate, cool and quick
Jackson learned the ropes out on the street
Little candy
niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
You may think you know hunger
But, brother, theirs is worse
Poor in a rich place
And judged by what they earn
Beasts in glass cases
With jaded senses
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
I get a little bit high
Just enough to get by
Fighting demons in my mind
I get a little bit loose
With a little bit of Booze
Just to cruise
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
Poor bastard
Married a washed up TV star
Married a washed up TV star
Married a washed up TV star
Gold digging witch queen, got you by the short hairs
Yahway music
Those who are rich will become poor
And those who are poor will become rich
Check it out
Is it, money or women to funny beginnings
one lord?
So whose gonna cut the poor?
I got more to afford
It's war, breaking down all these forts
I was taught by myself, with a little help from
romantic encounter.
I'm counting out time,
Got the whole thing down by numbers.
All those numbers!
Give me guidance!
O Lord I need that now.
The day
an arrow
Girl you're just the dearest thing
Funny and like a bird can sing
Kind words for all rich and poor
Touch like an angel my amour
Dance like Ame taste
a little bit more
Before I die, I just wanna be rich, I don't wanna die poor
Before I die, wanna marry her and then I wanna divorce
Before I die, I don't
A poor boy, she's a real rich girl
And that's the story ayeyeah!
Hey, give me one small shot
See that girl over there looking like a snob?
She
of the yearWhen Jesus was a little ladStreets rang with his nameFor he argued with the older menAnd put them all to shameHe put them all to shameHe became
he's rich or poor
Says it's cool that the girl next door
Has skin like chocolate
When I grow up, when I grow up
I wanna be like Beckett
Where's my
check the records that ain't well known
And look around and see all my clones
[ VERSE 4 ]
By the time I'm in my 30s my worth be - I bet I'm dirty rich
his homosexuality by marrying a female
Opera star henry Miller, in his old
Age, obsessed with young Oriental
Girls john Dos Passos going
From fervent
This poor little rich girl
Wants all she can hold
I know all that she wants
Is my diamonds and gold
And she's nobody's fool
But it's easy
a dog
As long as we hook up, just keep it on the hush
I'm a rich street nigga, girl plus
I feel like being sneaky, picky
we can, keep it 'tween me
at the north pole
All of a sudden he throwing that doe
Whether he rich or bout to be poor
Hey little momma over there
Look at him right there
I said ummm going
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