Lyrics:
Until I met this girl (met this girl) who turned (turned) the tables around
She caught me by surprise
And I, I never thought I'd be the one breaking
Until I met this girl (met this girl) who turned (turned) the tables around
She caught me by surprise
And I, I never thought I'd be the one breaking
You sailors all come lend an ear and listen to me song
It's of a trick was played on me, and I won't detain you long:
I came home from sea the other
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
Until I met this girl (met this girl) who turned (turned) the tables around
She caught me by surprise
And I, I never thought I'd be the one breaking
with a whole new hatred for blondes
But bias? I hate all bi-es the same baby, come on
Excuse the pun, but bi- is such a broad statement
And I am
just, just like its dairy
So I fuck her hard
Milkshakes then spaghetti
Sailor moon up in my car
Said she wasn’t ready
Back, back to the crib
Sprayed by
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
so wie Reporter
Styles auf den Beat kick von
Long Island bis Queensbridge komme rein
Wenn du Songs schreibst und erschieß dich
Habe die Chance, dass du
(yo)
Yeah (hear that song 'ya) aiggy zagga zeh zow zow
(Sim simma) Beenie Man ah di girls dem sugar
(Sim simma) di girls dem world class lover
(Sim
Ipanema
The crescent beam high
Was you Sailor Venus
This song's from me to you
This what I hope you do
If I had to tell the truth
Girl, it's like I'm so
you the song
Of the ocean’s beckoning call
And that ain’t all.
This here mandolin
Make a young girl open up her window
Like a warm bed on a rainy
(yo)
Yeah (hear that song 'ya) Aiggy zagga zeh zow zow
(Sim simma) Beenie Man ah di girls dem sugar
(Sim simma) Di girls dem world class lover
(Sim
They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here
They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here
They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here
They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here
They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here
It took us too long
Finally we sing
The sock length song
Style will prevail
It won't take long
That's why we wrote
The sock length song
Hey Lee! I'm so
down, stuntin style, over those I polly
Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali mami
We feelin' them scoobies, you stealin' them gucci's
On the ship called marigold
2 pound 10 a month it was my pay
And up there on the quay
Awaiting there for me
Was a girl by the name of maggie may
Oh maggie
style
static never had any so I'm packin a black
automatic pistol itchy by the C.I.A.
By the way, my display of rhymes that I will lay
down on wax,
wouldn't happen to me 'cause I know how to put it down
I was so wrong
Until I met this girl who turned the tables around
She caught me by surprise, baby
Universe surfing, I'm no sailor
Watch me drip, drip, drip
Style on top of style
The realest, the realest
Chill it, don't spill it
While I was writing
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