Lyrics:
sayin that to get you mad
But you knowin damn well I wanna hit yo' ass
Yo I ain't the type of nigga that be jumpin the gun
But you lookin like a dime
of the eighties. Folks still had guns you know. Before the troubles, before the civil war, everyone had a gun. They were popping them off in celebration. I knew we
Everything is gonna be okay, call on me
You can call on me, yea
Now by the age of ten this girl has been through more
Then the one you see standing
And Rosa's Cantina had lights, with love in the gleam
That's what she hunted and that's what she wanted
Rosa's was one place, a nice girl would never be seen;
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Faleena was this baby's name
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
feel sad
All this drive-by love got me
Crazy like a drug
I wear my red lipstick, got my make-up on
I'm Miss America, now I'm gone, baby, gone
I wear my
about you
And I noticed you were alone
And I came by myself too but uh
I don't mean to intrude I was just wondering maybe you want some company
Yeah, I
stud
Pretty little baby on the cabin floor
Little hoss colt playin' 'round the door
I love the girl with golden hair
And the Tennessee stud loves
, your love
We are the ones who have
Made it through everything
We are the ones who broke up still in love
We are the ones they don’t know
We are the ones
a whirl
Well love makes a man do some things he ain't proud of
And in a weak moment I might
Walk your sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall
But
to lust
Girl, you're dangerous
The streets in the summer, I love 'em
The winter gets cold, you need someone
'Cause every night can't be a function
But
back at you.
Hold it down, I swear I'll never turn my back on you.
If everything fell apart, could I run back to you?
It may be the same book, but this
the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we
and dangerous
Ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel
Dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas that love to bust, its strange to us
Y'all
lies
Man I swear I love her
Love that girl put that on my mother
And that girl she a big bluffer
I got hoes but won't find another
And some niggas they
with money with all of my homies ain't fucking with none of these broads
Hustling just to show out for these bitches you lost
In love but you ain't
You go girl
I don’t know who you fucked with in your world
But if you fuck with me I’ll give you everything
Oh yes, oh yes
Oh yeah, aye, please fuck
know in my head something ain't right
Got everything but i'm still dead inside
Seasons go by, but some shit never change
Now our love's washing away
the easy-e kitty cat paws, tatted above her bra
When the Twist sat down by her draws
But I guess that leaves dust and all
Cause a man keeps on running off
Everything's all right
CHORUS
I, I'm hooked on a feeling
Im high on believing
That your in love with me
Lips as sweet as candy
Its taste is on my mind
Girl
that I was to be
The man with the plan to raise a family
Many things change, the years go by
But this one thing remains
You will always be my love, you
a "G"
its the brown super baller
got ways to make u holler
and everythings top doller
from the Lex to the juiced impalas
but i need a girl, not just
tight
They think that you taken, but don't know that you're mine
Think I fell in love with a girl so fine
You can put it on me, passing out like 'oh my'
falling for you
Baby pick me up I want be love by you
Late night be the vibes with you
Baby girl yeah I miss you
When it comes to you yeah
Ain't nothing
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