Lyrics:
baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl
Well, it was kind of cold that night
She stood alone on her balcony
She could see the cars roll by
you won't meet me in the middle of the mess that you caused
Reject responsibility when it's all your fault
Playing the victim
Who could have predicted?
GirlsTown! And girls man all around
Whether Julie Brown or Sexy Brown
Mr cat want fi put on a dub pon your sound
Che Dapper Don up pon the damn
left by the
Time we got to bed baby, that's a shame
You were so obsessed
With writing the next best American record
You did it all for fame
You did it
The reason why I'm by your house
You threw your briefcase all on the couch
I plan on creeping through your
Damn door and blowing out
Every piece of your brain
the greatest star
Who is the pip with pizazz?
Who is all ginger and jazz?
Who is as glamorous as?
Who's an American beauty rose
With that American
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
minutes
Expand the pockets so your girl's hand's all in it
I see ya shorty starin at me on the guest line
But these four backstage'll do me just fine
Picture – Musical or Comedy.
Muhammad Ali was an American professional boxer who is widely considered one of the greatest boxers of all time. He won
at the pearly gates
Damn, all because you and {HA!) had an early date
Close your eyes, recognize, visualize
What's the real reason you really freezing them
here?
American Horror Story
Horror, Horror Story
Talk to me now, speak loud and clear
Where would I fly if I was not here?
American Horror Story
Days on this earth fuck social security and
Fuck homeland security 9
11 biggest fraud in history
And all you rappers ain't god damn shit to me
Getting
things we Seeing on the screen and we Wanna redeem it
We just gotta keep dreaming aye
Scroll down my feed
And all I see
Nice cars, girls, and money, aye
Or maybe less coz it still wasn't my first choice
Mahn had a visa reject they didn't want me to walk the American dream
Fast forward that didn't stop me
minutes
Expand the pockets so your girl's hand's all in it
I see ya shorty starin at me on the guest line
But these four backstage'll do me just fine
you what you missed
Let nothing defile what's within
(Black girl child)
Drop your boxes
And maybe you will see
We're all worth it
Call me by my name
You
J'adore j'adore
Girls I love you, I love all y'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
Yo put your
playing
Let me turn down the music
There's an African-American
Delirious
It could be the girl that's missing from last week
(Threw her in
earned cash on them
Lincoln Continentals and Cadillacs
She looks so damn good, cruising up and down
This don't take no shit from no one all-American
of gold
Thick and thin, you’ve always been my only one
Living this American dream
There’s no place that I’d rather be
With you by my side, girl
I’m home,
African girls wanna hold me tight
Everywhere I go they wanna love me ai
Put no one above me ai
London girls them wanna love me ai
American girls wanna hold
Too much gas to be low
Let's get high
Show me that American pie
Too much buds to be breaking all that shit naw
Stuff all it up in a raw
Crank up
it outside
Before his little girl learns to talk
Hopes he can get it all figured out
Before the judge says that he can walk
Chorus
Cause it's
and never complain
Boots all muddy by the end of the shift, carry on the American way
One time for the blue collar boys, gettin up before dawn and never
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