Lyrics:
in her heart
Out, I say!
Hey, don't I know you, mister?
Mr. Todd, sir!
The judge
I have no time
Where is she? Where is the girl?
know that be the average
We one level up we some
Sa va ges
Cash rule every thing around me
She my sandwich yum
Little bit of cream
Eat the pussy
It happens night after night
The only light I get in the day
Is the sun
Why does no one talk to me?
Why do I always feel so alone?
Does anyone care
Spend all her time dining out with big macs
Think a little green give her something to feel
But the best thing she can do is just chill
She wants money
is me
Ooh I know one of them me
Westwood, you can not beat us
We are undefeated
I pull up in the Lamborghini, two seated
Your bitch she gon' seat in
Last Song Last song. By the time you hear this your boy be dun probably passed on .
Last song, Last Song they say life is a blessing I tell
Woah, she a hoe, uh oh
She kissed every nigga here and I don't see a mistletoe
She got her hair tied up with a pretty pink bow
You know wassup, like
So I walked by the Victoria's Secrets thing, and you see the mannequins, and I give it one of these. Every guy looks back, my wife sees me. She goes,
even phase me
I'm already charged up, ready for a round 3
You ain't sleeping soundly
We don't need no sounds peep
She can tell me everything by speaking
respecting what's known
But with all that gunk in my dome
I went and built the funkiest throne
You should've seen the thing
It looked up like a little bunch
with a little finesse.
Back at home, I'll sit on a shelf.
Admired along with the rest of her wealth.
Daddy said that "cash is obsolete"
It's a good thing
Rhonda: (broadway-style fake singing)
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way!
Oh, what fun it is to ride
To chicago every day, oh...
Thing
doing all I can
Makin music and postin these links on Instagram
To gain a couple fans
My girly stay blowing me
Cause she is my biggest fan
I almost
P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,
"Daugther, I'll help you get over."
Now he's fadig away and I'm glad to say,
He's dying at last. Naturally.
It's a very sad thing to see that my mother
the moment
I laid eyes on you
My pulse is rushing
My head is reeling
My face is flushing
What is this feeling?
Fervid as a flame
Does it have
But she get trashed on the car hood by Hoodstock
We got good stock
and size does matter bitch, that's why we slang good cock
Back the thirty eight
time
My wife left and she told me to act right
So this is me doing that
Although, she's gone right now
I know she's mine, my whole life
And that ain't
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale
Or being g-, little f-, but by the way
Thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar
a different girl like each and every fucking night
And kiss her while she's sleeping and sneak out the front to catch a flight
That's not life, dude
It's
ring up Turner
And try to see if the little girl is over there
Well, I know, I know my baby
I know the sweet thing by the clothes she wears
She's
remains
Ain't you glad that some things never change?
Three o'clock every afternoon waitin' by the door
Sees her babies are runnin' off the bus, she
her I was dead
Did she weep?
My dear Alma, may you continue to be courted by gentlemen
Who have been in the trenches
And those who are in sunken
ago
You will learn
Truth is given by God
To us all in our time
In our turn
In my life
She has burst like the music of angels
The light
_ "Every Little Thing")
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