Lyrics:
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2
[Pharrell]
Ho!
[Robin Thicke]
She's the kind of girl you wanna marry
The kind of girl you'd walk the whole world for
Put her on your back
[Pharrell]
Ho!
[Robin Thicke]
She's the kind of girl you wanna marry
The kind of girl you'd walk the whole world for
Put her on your back
not
My little debutante, I see you're not impressed
The tension's Robin Thicke, I need that Robin S
I know this dating life seems repetitive
Swipe left,
Okay baby (yeah)
All I gotta say baby (huh)
That's Robin Thicke (yeah)
And I'm 2 Chainz baby (baby baby)
Talk to me (yeah)
Let me see that body
you never had this
To feel so classic
Robin Thicke kind of magic
Soul to soul dynamics
Let our spirits grow organic, ganic
Your love is a bonus love
My
[Robin Thicke]
Meiple,
i like to play cheek to cheek,
2 kids in the sandbox baby,
You remind me of St Tropez,
Sandy beaches, and yachts yeh
[Robin Thicke]
Meiple,
i like to play cheek to cheek,
2 kids in the sandbox baby,
You remind me of St Tropez,
Sandy beaches, yachts yeh
[Robin Thicke]
Meiple,
i like to play cheek to cheek,
2 kids in the sandbox baby,
You remind me of St Tropez,
Sandy beaches, yachts yeh
big be's on the wheels spread love
The Brooklyn way "be" how's it feel?
I'm on my robin thicke shit if shit eva gets thicke I'm back to robin niggas
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
Coming back in, five, four, three, two, one...
[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, check out my band playing, Rhythm Roots Allstars
They play for DipSet, E-40,
to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are screaming, hot
B, how's it feel?
I'm on my Robin Thicke shit; shit ever gets thick, back to robbin' niggas quick, trick, click
Ante up, all you niggas is Brittney -
one shot to love you all night long
Yessir, Robin Thicke
So you sayin' you ain't from 'round here
I can tell by your accent, dear
You got
Pray for people that I
Knew in my past life
Cause they make it seem like
I'm the fucking bad guy
Oh that's right
It's cause I'm always reckless
lost a cousin this year, reminds me life is so quick
I was blurred from these lines like my name Robin Thicke
I know we all lost without you, let me say
on the wheels
Spread love the Brooklyn way; B, how's it feel?
I'm on my Robin Thicke shit; shit ever gets thick, back to robbin' niggas quick, trick, click
Keepers Baby
Out Here PT.1 & 2
I'm the type to stand out
Never took a hand out
I got my shit planned out
Watch my plans pan out
W.O.H.
Never ran from
with me that's my blood brother
Two pints of P's on us so we mud brothers
My life's a gangsta movie man I love colors
I'm in a red Bentley Brookland
things that I can see
That I can rest my eye with
And the day that I can see this new piece of sky out of our community
Was like this new life for me
It
time as other ones do in five
But I wonder now, said little Robin, if a woman did me bear
Many a mother do come for the rest, but never one come for me
won't see me on the radar
My life matters, nine lives matters
My bitch getting Robin Thicke
My son he just hit a lick
Made him producer of this shit
Now
right
I know how it be outside so
I keep that strap by my side
It's a blessing if you make it
To see twenty-nine
Dont play with em
Two bitches
They want
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