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she said, "Maybe a little later, B.B."
And that's the story everybody knows
We went to Berlin, and to Stockholm, too
And on to Moscow, then
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show
Mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel,
made the ark
This is a man's, man's, man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl
Man thinks about our little bitty
Man, they go and tell me like
You never know who your true friends until you, ah umm
Both got a little bit of money
I mean, 'cause y'all both broke
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday
I wants a little sweet girl, that will do
see her all the time
In silver sandals walkin' through our minds
So many times we let our thoughts turn back to yesterday
To a little girl that could
low, wo wo
Little Egypt came out strutting wearing nothing but a button and a bow, wo wo
Singing, yeah-yeah
Yeah yeah (a-gitcha-gitcha-gitcha)
Yeah-yeah
(TOMORROW YOU'LL CRY)
(Celia Ferguson - Sandra Ferguson)
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Little heart you've been broken many times before
But the wound
Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Little things I should have said
press me tight
I'd rather dream
Than have that lonely feeling
Stealing through the night
Each little moment
Is clear before me
And though it
it's hoodies but I love to rock a pea coat
Gio Armani mami don't forget that deep throat uh
Smelling like Carti no I ain't no little mijo
They know
(what's up)
I won't rush (uh-uh)
Little piece will do
All I need is a lil' bit
Not a lot, just a lil' bit (yeah)
Take it off for me real quick
Sneak
it, ooh
Gave the little bitch a deposit
Cross on my neck, strap boxin', uh
Cup full of Tech, it's toxic
Draw down the SIG, chop chop chop 'em
Yeah,
be so long now
Out of the darkness comes light like a flash
You think you can, you think you can
Sometimes that is the problem
Dream, little
on the ground
I know when you were little girls
You dreamt of being in my world
Don't forget it, don't forget it
Respect that, bow down bitches
I took some
plus a little bit extra
Even when you getchu an attitude and you act a little bit extra
Listen, you make better, babe, you make better, babe
You got my
for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
We'd like to know a little bit about your for our files
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself.
room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with
Tv dinners and ginger ale
But when Pierre found work
The little money comin' worked out well
innocent
She might have heard he did some shit, but never saw no benefits
So in her eyes, he's mommy's little baby
But he was outside talking to niggas
him to the gutter
Beat him, like a little bitch I treat him
It's on, on sight, like diss I greet him
Talk that shit nigga now
Get your haircut down,
That's my
Mothafuckin' girl, I love her
I'ma give her the world
Aye fuck her, I wanna fuck a mother
I just might give her my little girl
No, no I
ghost, that's my little Amber Rose
Let the top peel back, let 'Sauga see the map
Little shawty from the way used to have a thing for me
Take the bricks up
sayin'?)
But the little bitty told me sloppy toppy was a hobby (damn, damn, straight up)
So she gave me sloppy toppy like the sloppy toppy goddess (like
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