Lyrics:
the pain of playin slow
and theres ways to grow
yeah, but blow by blow
see, it all gets lost somewhere,
now see i already forgot
so sing out
sing out loud
my hands, hands, hands above my head
Mes petit's monsters, hands in the air
SING IT!
I won't cry for you
I won't crucify the things you do
I won't cry
I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get
wo l'ayo, olele
A pa ra wo l'ayo, olele
I dey sing sing sing sing song song sing
I dey sing sing sing sing song song song
They call me V-E-C by
Let’s sing like Diana Ross
While we play some Jackson 5
Rum inside the eggnog
On my wishlist
I want a banana porche
3 Hoes like I’m Santa Claus
Kiss under
The book don't end with Malachi
Devil will win employee of the month by the dozen
'Til one score and three years from the third when he doesn't
My village
Make that 3 litre engine kick
I done already told man hide their bitch
Got a thing for me when she see this drip
Choppa spray and the Mac gon' sing
I
the glory
So me sing say Onaapo...
Member!
I Use to pamper you papabi
Maweni Nka
Wamunemu s3 whai na edi
Na odo damebi
Was mad over you crazy crazy
Funny
Ohhhhhhh Ohhh myyyy LORD
I pray my sins go away
Da b3n na m3y3 yeii
Da B3n na m3y3 yeii
Me nyame boa me ooo
Yeah Burn
Ohhhhhhh Ohhh myyyy
contain it
Let the feeling flow right through
You're right where you belong
Sing and I will sing along
Every note was paid for by Grandma's sweat
Everytime that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face gettin' clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dust to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everytime that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face gettin' clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dust to dawn
Isn't that the way
all of they soldiers
(yeah)
You know what I told ya, blow for blow
Body built like a bolder Rock solid
Ain't no knocking 3 over (Nah)
Ain't no walking
lululemon
I’m living my dream surrounded…. by beautiful women….beautiful women
1 to 3 x4
Now for all you dads that got that son
And maybe your thinkin he’ll
like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores
For equality, Vokal,
sing to your bitch and she be open
And I can buy what I want, my pockets swollen
Ballin', I'm ballin' for real, ballin', I'm ballin' for real
Ballin',
kids on the map
Smoking weed to relax forever
Searching for a map to a place where they ain't under attack
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock
do me so
All just bcoz I Don blow
The money u dey want me I dont hold
U for tell me something cos I wan know y33
Nti saaaaa na wu di b3 y3 me
Nti
Do-Re-Mi
Do-Re-Mi
The first three notes just happen to be
Do-Re-Mi
Do-Re-Mi
Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti
Oh, let's see if I can make it easy
Do,
And two hours ain't enough for me
I feel inspired, at quarter to three AM
I haven't changed since our last meet
I'm still getting all my meals for free
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young
you mean to me)
Then I couldn't sing your song, your song
I sing this song, girl
Just for you and I
Love saw the truth, girl
Kindess in your
This is not a love song and it serves no use
But if you want to sing along with some verbal abuse
It might make you feel better and it's good for
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