Lyrics:
on the pole
I hate it here
If you keep lurkin' on the low
If you a fan, just let me know
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Now if it's love, I deserve
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
ain't all fake
It's just 4, 999 of 'em that ain't on tape
See me? I know ya type
Lotta lip on you, you gotta overbite
How you expect to keep up wit'
I'm in love with your class, and instruction you're supplying
And word to Musiq you could "Teach Me How to Love"
"Show me the way" (my Nigga that's
your all and I believed you
That's why it hurts to the core, I gotta leave you (ooh)
How could you love me and humiliate me? (Humiliate me)
You ain't
Smoking all the lows away
If I die while Im awake
I already know its great
Alright Cole so what do you contribute to the world
Like what do you think you
Jack
Not in a bad way, but a good way
Do you know any Cuban music Bob?
Does "I love Lucy" count?
Of course it does
But the one whom I love is
costumes
I can now bring me to who, you know
People see as Nicki Minaj i can
Now really bring me into
It and I think that's
Where the confusion lies, is
love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
To the honies gettin'
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't
to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
These times are so uncertain
There's a yearning
right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
Use me up if you think you can
I've been on the floor lookin' for a chair
I've been on a chair lookin'
cowl
If we keep doing nothing but the same as before
The planet we love won’t be around any more.
Can’t be a Bob - can’t sit silent.
Rise up, speak
love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
To the honies gettin'
DoorDash
You really think you fuckin' with
Hitman? You sure Cass'?
Diz', Goodz, Ars', me
How the fuck you gonna weather the storm?
I'm just judgin off your
venting pardon me
Living life lead by the blind a make it hard to see
Know the foundation will crumble if you ever leave
Far from where we wanna be
It's
something I really pursue
Welch's passion fruit I got the Juice
My passion through the roof
Know how it make me feel Whenever I hear them blasting That no
again.
Bruce: I don't see where you get steamed, I mean, if the truss was gonna...
Nicko: Why I got steamed up Bruce is because he fucked me right up.
chains clinking love
But y'all don't really know me like you think you know me
We know how you speculate
Thinking we gon' hit your friend if you object
love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
To the honies gettin'
got little shortie if it ain't great sex
Pull up in LA and we writing checks
Gonna be a star, and you know i'm next
Living rock' star' life
And im
no!
Questioner: yeah, music, you know,
if you go back to the days of a,
of a, let's see, where do we start now, we start with "do you love me?"
John:
how high
I'll be thinking of you the whole time
I'm carrying this heavy load
I don't know what to do
The only thing I know is that
I'm in love with you
"Let me tell you something, Mark
Don't worry about it, she's always had a mouth on her"
I said, "I know, but she's your sister, I've got her back
You
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