Lyrics:
make you sick
Moody girl on my line, she want some dick
I'll hit it real quick
Damn, shit
Jett black gloves I'm reaching for the nine
Get back for your
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
that
Fuck she all for me you know she love the Jett
Live behind a screen these niggas love to flex ahh
Baby said im flexing I ain't hit it yet ahh
In
Joan Baez
She dug the rebel
Well, they met one day
At a pop art bash
Between a painting of a can
Of succotash
And a high camp sculpture
amends
I put her on a Jett
I was doing way too much because that pussy was the best
I had to recollect myself, she had a nigga stressed
You told me that
on the grind, I'm sticking to the script
Smoked by the zip
Shawty got lost in the sauce, she lost in the drip
I'm lost in the hips, lost in the chips
I'm lost in
the feeling of this careless chemistry
I'm cornered by your shadow out of mystery
What was a sentence ran off without ending things
Lost and I'm lost in you
and baby's flopping the nuts
Making sure she's going home with a winner
Easy tiger won't you come around
I've got this Four Squared in my head
cnd I'm rolling
Joan Baez
She dug the rebel
Well, they met one day
At a pop art bash
Between a painting of a can
Of succotash
And a high camp sculpture
And that's when she hit me with a
"Well, I don't get why you would tell me you want me to be your wifey
When you wanna be Romeo, have me here for the rodeo
I may seem
See that me deal wid realism get guided by all my dream
Now raspberry ripple as you know it is my favorite ice-cream
So when me
to me's him always
being there
It's free and free just free
I'm no statue of liberty,
I'm no Joan of Arc,
I'm no Marilyn Monroe
You gotta be kidding me,
I
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in my chest I think she know karate
If she kick me too hard I might back out the glocky
Why this bitch getting comfortable? Bitch I dont know you
If I
WINDS OF THE OLD DAYS (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The lady's adrift in a foreign land
Singing on issues both humble and grand A
Decade flew past
But I don't know why I keep calling
Why I keep calling you
All the models to the floor right now
All the models to the floor right now
All the models
Only my mama get to call me by my first name
I go hard for the city where she birthed me
Got water by the case if you thirsty
And only time I share
This game is called Lifeboat. All together...
Class: Lifeboat!
Teacher: Good! Lifeboat is a lesson in values clarification. Can you say values
Rule]
Lost little girl
I seen how love can turn to lust inside a
Lost little girl
I seen how pain can turn to trust within a
Lost little girl
She
She lost you, lost you
Swallowed by a dream
But it cost you, cost you
As you sing a lullaby
Lulla, lullalie
If you're in a deep sleep, then why take
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
When the sun sinks in the west
Die a million people of the Bangladesh
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
walk by
How I look so young and stay that fly
It's elementary
Kick the liquor when you turn dirty thirty
The rest is a secret so I
Keep it for the worthy
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