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are not so thick, All the screaming and torture stops If we wait for old Saint Nick! So string up the lights and light up the tree We're damned for all
Oh you’re always coming round my ends I know you wanna be a little more than friends For sure You don’t want no strings Why don’t we get together
diamond rings, She pulls my man around by her apron strings. And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair, Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
around By her apron strings Wasn't for powder And his store-bought hair The man I love Wouldn't go nowhere, nowhere I got the St. Louis blues Just
around By her apron strings Wasn't for powder And his store-bought hair The man I love Wouldn't go nowhere, nowhere I got the St. Louis blues Just
around By her apron strings Wasn't for powder And his store-bought hair The man I love Wouldn't go nowhere, nowhere I got the St. Louis blues Just
you believe That a mistletoe is right by me I probably accept a kiss before I leave Then thankfully see the gift with my name by the string Then pick
Louis V, Spent four hundred on a flawless white tee Only travel tax holiday, tax free 'Cause I'm sick of the tax fees Ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, Ski,
around By her apron strings She wants for powder And for store bought hair The man she loves, he wouldn't go nowhere St. Louis woman With her
on in the booth I came to save the day I wake up every morning treat it like a holiday And I ain't really ever cared for what they gotta say I ain't
and D.C., St. Louis, Miami So you a killer, how many people did you kill? You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-a? For'realla, used to sell crack
me what you all about Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse Pull your G-string down South, aoowww Threw that back out, in the parking lot By
me what you all about Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse Pull your G-string down South, aoowww Threw that back out, in the parking lot By
I'd like to start by saying sorry (Ma binu what did I do) Pulled up on lenox for my Ari (O ti to, she had to go) We had a vibe and it was boomin
diamond rings, She pulls my man around by her apron strings. And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair, Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
they gotta pay And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday Back in the game now, copped me some weed now My people bout to eat now, shit's
Said he want me for Christmas Just a bow with no wrap So I sent him my wishlist Grabbed my gifts and then dash Said he want be for Christmas So I got
in St. Louis My nigga Chingy disturbing tha peace Luda, Luda going hard on you hos Yeah, bitch, bring four of ya friends Meet me at the Holiday Inn
me what you all about Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse Pull your G-string down South, aoowww Threw that back out, in the parking lot By
she spilt a drink on my cream wallows Reach the gate, hungry just ate Riffin, she got to be to work by eight This must mean she ain't tryin
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse Pull your G-string down South, aoowww Threw that back out, in the parking lot By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
birthday Irrelevant holiday affair Got one of those three-leg foldin' chairs I am what you call prepared, for the campout Evenin' brings
rockin' a mullet I'm stylin' on niggas, Dior for the bucket I'm shoppin' in Denver, I feel like a Nugget I'm pullin' they strings, I treat bitches like
cap, i was send into jail for selling this wraps Saturday night when i pull up, i feel like i'm tap by cats I think i'ma fuckin' die on this bro In my
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