Lyrics:
the cream the sweetest sugars
I just sip coffee black and give praise to Yeshua
Blacker than the cinnamon burned twice by sinning men
Light roast not type
keep do'n
More cats that slang cain and more lives get ruined
No daddys, so Boys ta Men, raised by lady's
And much props ta dem ladies raise'n dem
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
Omo, E. B. Things for my country
ReyKnow, Star of the Show, Kelz Nena
Omatseye
1 By 1 I don tell them
Base on who I be I noh dey fear them
Isoko dey
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
slips away
Live by the good book
That's what the wise men say
But where does it leave us
Were they right or were they wrong
Gotta have hope
Gotta
just wanna flirt
Said this time you’d make it work
Babe this time don’t break my heart
Girl i know you’ve been let down
By men who wanna go down
Babe
Our relationship relies on me
No longer on fate
Being apart is what I hate
I don't want you dating other men
So before that happens
Let's start again
Yea I bite my tongue for no one man you ain't heard bout me
You should've knew it was him by the way that I talk and the men I keep
Makin a name
the Bronx!)
It take hard work to cash checks
So don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, now assets
You get back what you put out
Even if you take
divorce (talkin' divorce)
Said daddy was livin' by the fire, and he died by the torch (check, check)
I'm where the AKs is, we like the Bébé's Kids
Ain't
a break just to work on my sound
Took me a break had to learn some production I gave all the sacrifices ain't no matter bout it only giving men what they
pipe in his windpipe, twisting like a drill
Run around fronting, buying his men's kicks
Gassed a broad up so she can help her rent a whip
The other
and to die by the roadside
In lone Béal na Bláth
When barely sixteen to England crossed o'er
For to work as a boy in a government store
But the volunteer's
Donegal, Tyrone & Derry
Their numbers were few but they did the job of many
Eight weeks went by and the path was clear
Fifty-seven men had all
Children stop to steel, listen to me
God walked down by the Briny sea
Beheld evil of the sinful men
Declared that he would destroy the land
Spoke to Noah
‘cause I
didn't know the nightclub work and I didn't take any chance. So [I] went
back to the steel mill in East St. Louis, and worked there five years. I
to fly by on my black Yamaha, that's winging
Some man do the crime and talk but that's singing
Not many man have been in the wars that I've been in
I
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
you if you make it
So they pray you fail
Petty bitches run their mouth
Jake want you in jail
That's the life of a Made Men
Tighten the game plan
Come
For a moment then I was low
Pick up the mo-men-tum
Don't let it slow, no
For a moment then
I was low-o-o-oow
Pick up the mo-men-tum
Don't let it
Stanley Kolodziejpski and Nicky Suppa
Ran the cage in the No5 Shaft at the Mine
It wasn't the backbreaking work of a mucker
At four bucks a day they
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
When I say my prayers
Ah ah ah ah
Aint that I mean working
Work and me are travellers
Journey in together
To the promise land
But old men sorrows
March
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