Lyrics:
popped out
So now I gotta jet
Only ran one block, but my shirt soakin' wet
Tryin' to see if we got him
Looked down at my sweatshirt red
but come on hoe stay
Nigga see but that'll work
Poppa needs brand-new shoes and a sweatshirt
Fool you can't even fuck with that
And now that I'm
that's where the Lench Mob dwell
Hittin fools up with the big ass L
One time can't hold me back
Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs
Stop givin' juice
Lambda Chi porch
Mary Ann taught me a little more
About wantin' what you can't have
Sweatshirts and flag football
Spring breaks down in Panama
For
Lambda Chi porch
Mary Ann taught me a little more
About wanting what you can't have
Sweatshirts and flag football
Spring breaks down in Panama
For
broke
I saw some lipstick on your sweatshirt
I smelled some perfume in your ear
Well if you're gonna keep on messin'
Don't bring your business back
to fix it, if it comes out wrong
(Is my size up there?)
We got all kinds of sweatshirts, you can take your pick
(Is my size up there?)
With the collars
words of passion
Make you feel every inch cause this is everlasting
Take off ya clothes let you put on my sweatshirt
Take a step back look and say yeah
broke
I saw some lipstick on your sweatshirt
I smelled some perfume in your ear
Well if you're gonna keep on messin'
Don't bring your business back
Flashdance on the universe
Televise the work Network Shop til your neck hurt
Whattup Dirt, nine diagram phoenix on your sweatshirt
Thirty-thousand
Flashdance on the universe
Televise the work Network Shop til your neck hurt
Whattup Dirt, nine diagram phoenix on your sweatshirt
Thirty-thousand
Come here, go away
Oh, we're like a broken record
A wore out sweatshirt, faded heart out on your sleeve
We love and we hate what we're doing
a casket to view 'em
You can leave the rats in the sewers
I'm speedin' past in the newest, soft top like the Jewish
Thrasher Sweatshirt, Vans on
Aw
Every morning when you come downstairs
Hair's a mess but I don't care
No makeup on shining so bright
My old sweatshirt never fit so right
Dancing
you look good, you're giving me wood
You should pull over like a sweatshirt with a hood
Let's network, get our poly on, you and me both
Break bread
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
that sweatshirt, you're too much
And I'm an effin' sweet heart
Yeah, you're gonna be my hot crush lover
Yeah, you wanna live it up with a stunner?
Let me rest upon your shoulder
On that sweatshirt that you wear
Turn the music up and sing with me
Hold me tight and say my name
Hide me from
You dry my eyes with your long sleeve
Your sweatshirt's way too big on me, but it's perfect, mm, mm
You hate my taste in DVDs
When I let you drive
hurt
This is the last time you'll wake up in my sweatshirt
(Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh,
at a legend that
In a pair of Skechers, sweatshirt ripped
And hoodie black, should be strapped
To a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record,
work hard, but hard shit don't need no extra work
That's why I show up in a sweatshirt and let it burn
The world's mine, I just say, "Fuck it, let it
rolling smart
I put mad pressure, on phony whack rhymes that get hurt
Shit's played like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
That's minimum and feminine like
friend
My inside friend
Won't you be my inside friend?
Come through with your hair still wet
Yoga pants, sweatshirt on the bed
Heart heavy and your
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