Lyrics:
I have a song to sing, O
(Sing me your song, O)
It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon
Who fled from the mocking throng-o
It's the song
I feel so lady
I, I never thought I could feel so much like a lady
It's good to have doors open for me
By a real man, who wants to hold my hand
a liptoe tally boney dilly by day
And a wack fol the liptoe lady
"Pull off, pull off your high-heel shoes
All made of Spanish leather
And give to me your
said my day, my day was okay because
I saw Katie A and Katie be today
Working them high heels
And they working them scraped heels
Oh yeah!
I don't
whole life
I'll be dancing home tonight
With my high heels in my hand
It's been twenty minutes since I saw you standing in the corner there
Now
Lets rock to
S-dot-Carter y'all must try harder, competition is, nada
Ladies scream, papa, niggas can't stop ya, competition is, no, no, no
whispers “tis the fairy
the Lady of Shalott.”
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her
If you hear any noise, it ain't the boys
It's Ladies' Night, uh-huh
Get down on it, get down on it
Get down on it, get down on it, come
said "I'll be with you soon"
Dark lady laughed and danced and lit the candles one by one
Danced to her gypsy music till her brew was done
Dark lady
said "I'll be with you soon"
Dark lady laughed and danced and lit the candles one by one
Danced to her gypsy music till her brew was done
Dark lady
your room
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon
Hmm, you were there in the turnstiles, with the wind at your heels
You stretched for
his love back his heart was cold
Well, he told me his love would never end
And he sold me and I bought it once again
Shot down, shot down by lady
intimidating
But I utilize my patience
Poker shark
The Jin win in the end
All four aces
Sexy in your heels lady
So tall
Know a P looking baby
Don't fall
Cameras
ain't beer honey that's Coors
Well the barman's right
Beer the bar girls too much beer I must be seein' things
I saw you sittin' on a barstool lady
[Jay-Z]
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition is
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition is
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I meet but the Spanish lady
Washing her feet by the candlelight
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over
As I came down through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I spy but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by the candlelight
First she
Yeah, I say
Bitch bad, woman good, lady better
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Now imagine there's a shorty, maybe five maybe four
Ridin' 'round with his
Yeah, I say
Bitch bad, woman good, lady better
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Now imagine there's a shorty, maybe five maybe four
Ridin' 'round with his mama
your room
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon
The whole of the moon
You were there in the turnstiles
With the wind at your heels
You
me nah want fe go
Yeah, that's how she got me, lovin' of thee morning bride
Ehh, yeah, I saw she lovely, you know she make me feel alright
Ehh,
The Biggie duets (Uh)
Jazze Phizzle (phizzle phizzle)
Jagged Edge
Biggie Smalls
Ladies and gentlemen...
I go, on and on and on and
Don't
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, da-da (hey, hey, hey)
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, here (here)
Mocha Chocolata, ya-ya (ooh, yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade
(What-what?
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, da-da (hey, hey, hey)
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, here (here)
Mocha Chocolata, ya-ya (ooh, yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade
(What-what?
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