Lyrics:
John:
Yep, too clean
??? Voice:
And here we go, here we go
John:
Alright, guys, we got one chance. once chance, folks, do do this.
This is our
Hey, baby girl, I love your accent-cent-cent-cent
I think I like you more because your different
Oh, I ain't gotta ask I can tell you ain't from here
Michigan
She say she love her man she misses him
But nobody do it better than her distance dick (me)
I'm her long distance pimp
When I land my bitches
close to you right now, it's a force field.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal.
Your love pours down on me surround me like a waterfall.
ever happened
Crawlin to your heart like a beatle, John Lennon
Love or lust, it don't matter you're the one I vibe with
Heal me in your open arms, lately
about to bring that real soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
let's go
From what I hear Kanye is killing the game very bad
My
what, lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk
what, lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk
on my mind
I told her I relate, yeah, like I really give a fuck
All bullshit aside, yeah, girl, you know what I'm in it for
By way that you look when I
for me
Even when i no get money
This kind love e de do me funny
Cus we de only see am for movie
Girl my heart de at ease
when you're with me
Brown skin
my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
I assume I'm so into you
'Cause even before we hit
my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
I assume I'm so into you
'Cause even before we hit
bout nothin (nothin)
Versace, Versace
I love it, Versace, the top of my Audi (Chameleon rewind that shit and drop it again)
My plug, he John Gotti
race (Ahhh)
Girl I know you love how
It taste (Uhhh), let me put it on your face, girl I'll
Be pushing now you can brace, (Space)
Feeling like like John
Base on real time story this our love life is ain't funny mehn
I go by name to B L A Q C H I E E L D
I'm giving for the love
Giving for the love
I
Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for
Uhh
I need a real girl, Real girl
Type of girl, that can be my whole world
Loyalty over Royalty, My Queen will love me
Down to ride, always by my
want to make her scream my name
I like the girls that don't say, "what?," know that she fine
Always knows her line, because she knows she's a dime
Put
love my baby
He bring me joy
I love my girl ?cause she knows the sh**, wait a minute!
Swagger kinda ill and she ain't scared of the stick
Got her
love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
He bring me joy
I love my girl ?cause she
'm a country boy prognosticator
I'm a man ahead of my times
I've got a hundred acre farm
I've got a John Deere in my barn
I've got a garden in my yard full
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
of men
Say they love you and disappear
Girl I promise I'll be here
By your side till the end
My baby my baby
Can I be your number 1
Keep you close non stop
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