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what, making hella bucks Niggaz getting bumped or what, counting cash up Got this game sewed up, niggaz straight up no cut But ya'll couldn't fuck with
smudger and the mouthpiece that he's with Using his claws just like a practiced fingersmith I dreamed I took his digit prints And then I sewed then
I used to see you on the avenue You were the girl that let me follow you You used to hang out in the alleyway You sewed a button on my shirt one
strings, now I am sewed. I love that gal an' I want her only: Gotta have a gal or you'll get lonely. I'm done rovin' down this lonesome road. (I'm done
drinking That was over pretty fast. Sweet goddess Your perfect stranger's comin' in at last. Silver angel With the badge of the lonesome road sewed in
a goner Don't fuck around and get doled up Cause we got the Westside sewed up Ike and Tina, Marie and Donnie Ashford and Simpson, Clyde and Bonnie I
I used to see you on the avenue You were the girl that let me follow you You used to hang out in the alleyway You sewed a button on my shirt one
a tailor, she sewed these new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase
a tailor, she sewed these new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase
shoes. His hat and coat are patched with the love that Margaret sewed him. Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam. He watches tugboats down canals
Sewed me tow knot, an' formed a plot Not many days 'fore Samson was caught A-bind this hands whilst a-walkin' along A-looked on the ground and found
a tailor, Sewed my new blue jeans. My father was a gambling' man Down in New Orleans. Now, the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk,
a cold-blooded gangsta If you ain't ridin' wit us fool, we'll catch ya lata [Tray Deee] We exploded, reloaded and sewed it up Sprayed shots to the crowed,
take. Last night I sewed up her toys that were torn And packed her suitcase again She looked so sweet as she lay there asleep Smiling and holding my hand
thang sewed up from Texas to New Orleans And cross the West Coast where fools get wicked I'm in the gang hell a D I'm try to score a meal ticket Break
why I love ya Out like a boss, with a half-pint of sauce Got the shit sewed up like Betsy Ross What a friend know? Buy some indo Never fuck with
a sweatbox Trade a few bars of head noddin' throw us a stack Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin' bonus pack Invest in the first B-boy kid's
a sweatbox Trade a few bars of head noddin' throw us a stack Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin' bonus pack Invest in the first B-boy kid's
niggas is thorough cut Sipping hella Earl cuz Oca, hol' up I got bitches sewed up What yall niggas know about it? My kick game is world cup World cup
died in the spring What do you think that I made of her nose? The very best thimble that ever sewed clothes; Thimble or thread or any such thing,
And in a tiny croft in Clachan sat a mother Peg Macdunn And she sewed the cords together for Her 16 year old son And she cried as he was leaving, donâ
holes in my heart and they tried let it bleed Pastor sewed it up, I'm goin' up, now niggas text me People that I grew up with and they switched couldn't
Couple girls trying to twerk it on me, wait- no No, hold up Before you even roll up I'm in here with my lady Can't you see me man? I'm sewed up Man I'm
Unchain my heart, baby let me be Unchain my heart 'cause you don't care about me You've got me sewed up like a pillow case But you let my love go
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