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the whole point of a diary. Millions of people that have breached this little girls privacy after she was chased by Nazis, kick her while she's down)
the raps way before I had a gig guide
And whats a fucking human to the big five
Dirt poor to stinking rich
All this drip rappers around me sinking ships
When
below freezin'
I got a family, can't afford a coat
So I leave a little paper there before I go
Spend a thousand on a hotel, they poor and broke
Made
with too little pay
I love a girl in Saginaw, Michigan (Saginaw, Michigan)
The daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man
But he called me that son
with too little pay
I loved a girl in Saginaw Michigan the daughter of a wealthy wealthy man
But he called me that son of a Saginaw fisherman
And he said
little move I stay out the way
I like having sex but I love gettin paid
I know when I'm gettin to one then the other is getting away
Too turnt up to trip
by little inches
Now actress bitches suck my dick and do my dishes
+Kiss the Girls+ I'm world renown
For collecting bitches bi-coastally without Morgan
Why you want to fall in love with me
Girl I barely know you
She like "pull up to my crib tomorrow I could show you
I don't want to waste no time
Coda: Oui, c’est mon pauvre p’tit dingue ami!
Kari Tieger AKA Karen Brennan
1998 (ASCAP) Vox Tigris Publishing
My Poor Little Crazy Friend
there’s somethin' you need help with
I've done it by myself and that may sound a little selfish
This ain’t no little league, only swingin' big bats
My
I'm soo rich everything is free
I'm your king your my queen
Prayin' for love is what I give
I hear you callin' here I come
To save you girl no more
the police
Oh nah
Oh nah nahh
Oh nah nah
Baby baby you the baddest
Look like a model or actress
Girl you just so attractive
Telling me I'm so romantic
Pipe it
If it don't fill my heart then at least I know the truth
At least I got a rich dick and your bitch can suck it
Two bags under the eyes tell your girl
no one at home
Tears in my eyes in a hotel alone
No one to blame cos I've chosen my road
Hopeless romantic, I'm over semantics
Just need a lil baddy
DO THE LIP LOCKING
STILL ALL ABOUT YOU TALKING
BABY IT’S NOTHING
TO SHOW ME A LITTLE LOVING
I CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR MIND
DEEP INSIDE GIRL YOU’LL
us to part for the momento
Got her little backpack took some paper and passed a pencil
Needless to say by that I was deeply flattered
Taking note
its not fair
To give it to a rich girl mehn now who goes there
Rocking on the Prada the Sark jeans the Louis
I be the family guy with brains yeah they
Get a little tired of these internet gangsters
Try to hold a man to account like a banker
Don't look at me cos I'm rich and I'm free
Once you finished
Took a first class trip into the lions den
He's hit the big time now, you pretty little girls better watch out
Rags to riches it's the same old story
for America
This my open letter to you dear America
The place where the rich gets tax cuts
And the poor barely getting because they don't get that much
Got the Buj looking like Cleveland show but the old base looking like Homer (yellow)
I was whining a girl with a 40. poor little shorty thought I had
mirror
Acting like a thug, ooh.
He waited for a dark night; he was frightened, boy, the fog rolled in,
As a rich man, he came walkin` by,
"Hold your
your chores
Be a good girl
You could of ran the world
But you had to speak
Entitled little bastard
The devil is your master
Verse 2
He is dead
Left his
pantyhose
His willy's now surrounded by a mass of greasy curls
And he cannot hide his hard-ons when he's around the girls
He doesn't get up out of bed until
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