Lyrics:
a good time
'Cause ever since I tried
Trying not to find
Every little meaning in my life
It's been fine
I've been cool
With my new golden rule
of nowhere stepped a little curled boy
You gotta jump it music master
You gotta play that rhythm faster
You're never gonna get it played on the happy cat hip
you madly
That little kiss you stole
Held all my heart and soul
Oh but your lips were thrilling, much too thrilling
Never before were mine so
Then said, "Adios, amigos"
Most of my hoes bisexual
But my connect bilingual
Everytime I cash out
He says, "Adios, amigos"
Turn me up a little
feels right
'Cause we're all stars tonight
So sing it out yeah, yeah, yeah
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
Let's get a little rowdy
Gonna party all night long
the music hot
Make it work, I know she a flirt
I ain't got the time, mess up, for a little cut
Know I'm on the grind
I got a house to keep (I do)
I got
a minute look at my watch
Look at these diamonds I got
Some are little blue some are red, some are white
From a far you would think I was a cop
As soon
I came down the mountain
Draggin' our love affair
Put on a pretty little number
I'm wearing you still
It was a hell of a scene at daddy's feast
little cousin crippin' bangin' hard too
And Paulie killed his favorite little cousin back on Part 2
And he can't wait to fall through
Friday they
drivin', drivin' the pig tonight
It's a smoky revelation
And a pork pie ecstasy
The steering wheel is turning towards a feast of possibilities
Little
The way you were rocking them second hand cut-offs
Hmm, gonna talk you into taking them off
Score a little discount six pack Keystone
Use a paper sack,
this little bar
Like you could set off that fire alarm
And one little drink won't hurt but don't you know
Girl we're lightning striking matches
leave
And laying in bed at night you even sexy girl when you sleep
Feels a little crazy lying here alone
But I'm stuck on that nigga shit
That I be on,
Every night, the air cool, a Russian lullaby,
Just a plain little tune, when baby starts to cry.
Rock-a-bye my baby, somewhere there may be
A land
when the back seat's bumpin'?
Do you like a little kick in your coke
Do you like it goin' up in smoke
Do you like it on a gravel road
We can keep
better get ready for
More than the incredible, teach her what you gotta
Came for a little but I left with a whole lotta
Walked to the top but I started
I take the work, flip it, acrobatic
Got a little time and a lot of talent
Do a little talking and a lot of action
Seen the competition, hmm, not
It's a Sunday morning choir just a little off-key
First kiss wasn't what you thought it'd be
The call you got that you only thought could be a bad
with you who cares what time it is
Or what the place or the climate is
Oh! Soon, our little ship will come sailing
Home through every storm, never
a minute look at my watch
Look at these diamonds I got
Some are little blue some are red, some are white
From a far you would think I was a cop
As soon
There's things we've never said
So if I go for a little while longer
When I'm home we can talk about the pitfalls of the road
And if you say go, I
I blew right past that city limit sign
Into that little town we used to own
The Co-op and the Quik Stop were all boarded up
And those yellow lines
front page
Get a little fortune, have a little fame
Kill 'em with class, toast to the boogie while you fill up your glass
So quick, so fast
No
the little homies different things
How to diversify, and change different lanes
Learn to read a little, exercise your brain
Mental gymnastics, it's a cold
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