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smothered by the other kind
No so divine so I heard it through the grapevine
Sent the feds out to get mine
Time yo-yo to go Bronco in 90-91
Laughin' while
nobody can stop me nowAsk My Munchie, I preach money,
The roots of all evil they sayThey say money can’t buy love, who said I wanna buy itWho said nobody
to find
Woman tell me, where did you learn
To make a man feel like a king
When all the time he knows
That he hasn't got a thing, yeah
Stand by my
Woman tell me, where did you learn
To make a man feel like a king
When all the time he knows
That he hasn't got a thing, yeah
Stand by my side baby
a shrink"
With our spirits in front of us, she tipped her glass a bit my way
"Here's to love, to Rome and the fall of it all"
Hai visto un tramonto (Have you
Are you ready?
Woo
Free, baby
Boy, when you look at me
Do you judge me by my cover?
Got to be kiddin' me
To think that I'm that kind of lover
Are you ready?
Woo
Free, baby
Boy, when you look at me
Do you judge me by my cover?
Got to be kiddin' me
To think that I'm that kind of lover
walk out on me, I won't beg em or plead
If you see me a the church I'd rather beg on my knees
Smell, IQ, and my temperature, all at a different degree
He
Mean Stud Lover's Blues (Background)
Written by Joyce A. Huston, Zalma Lipsky
Published by Lady J Huston Music
I got the Mean Stud Lover's Blues
My
Mean Stud Lover's Blues
Written by Joyce A. Huston, Zalma Lipsky
Published by Lady J Huston Music
I got the Mean Stud Lover's Blues
My toes are
his love for music
His first experience was with a song called Jumpman
A couple years later he began to understand
After a Google search, producing got
of being hurt
When I was a kid, me and my brother, we were forced to go to church
Man, these wounds are so deep, they can't be healed by a nurse
But I'ma
go
So Jon and Jen and Jane were on the streets without a home
Abandoned by the ones supposed to love and keep them warm
Then a voice fell on their
the wheels barely touchin' the rails
And I'm in a tornado in a hurricane
And got a tiger by the tail
His kind of lovin' leaves me breathless
And I never
Don't bother telling me what I got coming in the morning
I already know
I got some feelgood pills and a red Gatorade by my bed
Ready to go
I'm gonna
Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on"
A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank
Rollin over a bank, cops
stay kind
Three times, for the ones who use they mind
Four times for the people that you left behind
Love lost? Not even, it keep me refined
I'm aware
Cause a nigga like myself just wana fuck you hoe
And if you don't want him to know I won't snitch
You can be his girl but you know you'll always be my
your money and my money ain't the same damn kind
I can live your life and my life at the same damn time
See my riding out money that's your "buy your
your money and my money ain't the same damn kind
I can live your life and my life at the same damn time
See my riding out money that's your "buy your
When I find him in the countryside he is not alone
He is holding a woman and imagine my surprise
As she jumps back from his arms I look into my
them things fixed
Passed the wrong man in my click
You get charged wit intent
To kick that bullshhh
Welcome to the ledge of this whole shhh
My kind
guest that our love would turn side ways
I took you to my mommy yo, why doe
You spend time with my daddy yo, why doe
You were part of my family yo
You
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
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