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I'ma fuck 'em by the threes or fuck 'em by the pairs
Long as you gon' get this money, nigga, I don't care
Nigga, I don't share, autopilot, I don't

It was a red go-kart, a big backyard
It was summer trips on a credit card
A new pair of shoes the first day of school
So I could feel cool

It

true that opposites attract
And so we make a perfect pair!

'Cause I'm the third, and he's the root

That's the place all chords begin

We're two

like trips beat a two pair
Cats don't call the hands they ought to, they too scared
But to fear defeat is the stupidest thing to do
Mind you, you can

and goblins,
A brand new pair of brogues
I rattled o'er the bogs,
Frightened all the dogs
on the rocky road to Dublin.

[CHORUS:]
One two three four five,
hunt

Coulez ce bateau
Coulez cet homme et ses pairs
Coulez ce rafiot
Rendez cet homme à la mer
Coulez ce bateau
Qu'ondines hanta de ces noms
Coulez

pair of jeans so many times I made the denim fade
Started putting pen to page taking chances for some winning plays
Lord forgive me for my sinning ways

INTRO: Yoyo is gifted a pair of lace up tennis shoes from her parents!

Pre-Chorus: Make the tree - Cross the branches - loop the loop - pull tight!

There was a pair of old Tecovas underneath her bed
With forever on my mind while her head was on my chest
It's like heaven sent an angel down for

Burnt out my fire, not a lover or a fighter
I'm too young to be this tired

But I'm still tired of doing my hair
And finding a pair of my shoes I can

support it
Buy ten pair for the 'Gram and let my man record it (let's go)
Bill Cosby goin' back on tour he play too much
Lebron James think Jerry Jones

s'en fout de la terre?
Je suis une bactérie
Un miracle de love de l'univers
Qui baisse ses pairs et saute la mer à coup de plastique
Je suis une

peur de rien, qui n'ont le coeur à rien
Parce que le crime paye trop bien
Lâche l'affaire, ouais, choisis tes pairs, ouais et positionne-toi
Lève ta main

'round the town, my pair of dirty Vans
I'm depressed, the pain stays, pain never ends
Looking in the fucking mirror, and I hate myself
If only I could

a peppermint
Stick the clip in, I sniff acrylic
You bitches with it, I lift your spirit
I cut your neck with a pair of scissors
In the Hilton in Paris with Paris

Villain hold a mic like he's
Mean and his tummy hurt in a clean pair
Ripped jeans and a bummy shirt
Wonderin' would you clap your hands
If he was

a bad bitch how the fuck
I can't see? I need a new pair of glasses
I been off of that shit
Leave that shit in the past
Put my new bitch in Rick
With some

that will be
On your own front door

A pair of hop-a-long boots and a pistol that shoots
Is the wish of Barney and Ben
Dolls that will talk and will

nigga rich, I might spin in some Ricks, these bitches a thousand a pair
Yeah, they know that I'm lit, they keep cliquin' and shit 
'Cause they can't

la paire
Le dernier cheval qui va avec la guerre
À pair, j'les regarde s'approcher d'la berge
J'suis d'l'autre côté, j'ai une vision à perte de vue

A song rises over the lilies (wah-ooh, wah-ooh)
Sweeps high to clear over the reeds
And over the bulrushes' swaying
To pluck at a pair of heartstrings