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my aperon."
In the dead of the night when all were fast asleep,
This pretty little baby, oh, it begin to weep.
He says: "What little dicky bird is
by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys (Lord)
Left his little brother on the side, bleeding from the side
He seein' red, it's like he's bleeding
by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys (Lord)
Left his little brother on the side, bleeding from the side
He seein' red, it's like he's bleeding
Rockefeller and Brown
And they were dancing, dancing together
Dancing, oh so beautifully
Dancing, dancing together
Dancing, oh as if in a dream
Charles
There's a bunch of birds in the sky
And some deers just went running by
Oh, the snow's pure and white on the earth rich and brown
Just
Another Sunday
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
Cooler than a fan (fan), money in my hand
Stashed in them brown paper bags with them rubber bands (bands)
I ain't got to say nothin', everybody know me
with me baby
Life without you is driving me crazy
Girl I need you by my side
Take my hand and girl let's ride
And girl you'll see that baby it's just
Swallow
The Green Dragon and The Charles
The Abel Aide, The Monn Tavern and The Slan
Hannibal of London, Jeffery, Little Feet, Mediterranean
Li Anelia,
the sunrise
Baby look me in the eyes
And tell me ya
I'm the kinda girl you like
I'm feeling you
Cause sweetie you're my kinda guy
Thinking about you and I
I
lookin over us
Our little Charles, but you know what
Marvin's missing you Scoota is missing you
Darius missing you Jit's missing you
(It's been too long
There's a church in the valley in the wildwood
No lovelier place in the dell
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in
drive by nearly got him a brand new coffin
Realize time to get wise Yo we blessed with dreams kid
My brother Charles he got me crates from Queensbridge
(feat. Wyclef Jean)
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]
Oh!
You know what?
([Wyclef:] good good good)
I go through a lot, since my baby girl's not
Bobby Brown swings
Stop calling out my name
'Cause it's still my thang
It's still my thang and after eight years
Ain't a damn thing changed
Why should I
Met my baby down in Alabama
She had these daisy duke an her body was slammin'
I said oh little mama where you from
Cause I think this cowboy could be
Hello, uh-oh, h-hi, baby
No, I'm just sick and tired of this phone ringing all day long
Everybody calling me with a bunch of problems
My
I'm stuffed with pastries and drunk with power
Now they're puttin' up my statue by the Eiffel Tower
A little more to the left, boys, a little more
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
Have a baby
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be
And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa
Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
If it don't make dollars nigga, you know the rest
to get loose from my little boy moves and come find you
Well a lover's gonna love, fighter's gon' fight
But I won't be in love when my love's on the wire
little brother
His brother guides him by the shoulder
Through these loud and crowded venues
Trying to steer that drunken ship, through the night
And it
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it
A hour just
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