Lyrics:
supper?
Ner-ner-ner-ner-nernеrnernerner-
NO! That's not a lovе song!
Play me a love song with your acoustic!
O oh, yeah sorry about that babe!
And you
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
me some supper
And give me a place I can sleep
He said: I'll sing you some songs
That'll rock your head to sleep
I got talent boy
Said back home
Yeah we doing this Aight
Aight
Burn the fake sucker
Hold the L and make it home for supper
Mama need the bread imma make it so I
Tell her
I need 2
just for me
Mama asked me to find Him, but it wasn't so easy to believe
In attempt to find peace, Michael asked me to look into my soul
In the mirror, he
still coming home with the bread
I just dey hustle hustle work hard
Still gonna bring what i promise you mama
No vex for me
I'm still coming home with
everybody let us
Stand for right and make the world a peaceful place for our kids to grow tell it to your brother then tell it to your friend we need
Honey, when I brought you here you said that you would sing
You said that you would wing your way to fortune and fame
Now I've given everything
per te.
Non ti scordar di me.
Papa loves mambo,
Mama loves mambo.
Papa does great with it,
Swings like a gate with it,
Evens his weight with it now!
know what for
Woah, woah
Her papa go to war
Her mama say one day he's gonna
Come back from far away
Help me
How can you help me, oh
In
don't know what for
Woah, woah...
Her papa go to war
Her mama say one day he's gonna
Come back from far away
Help me
How can you help me
In
crazy music
Ah, come on
Now now now
Listen to your father
Ah, galy G guys, I just wanna sing
Feelin’ like I want someone to tangle with me
white folks
Your bankers took for jokes
And stole our futures in a flash
We too sing ...America
We are your muddled masses, your blending underclasses
Say Make I call Ella aa
Mama say na Ella na she want ooh
Shey - Ose Osidi Ko mi Ni
Olowa Wa Shanu fu mi
If No be You - I for no sing Juju
Na
and country lane
You hear him sing his plaintive little strain)
And as he goes by to you he'll say
(Big jumbos) big jumbo ones
(Come buy those) peanuts
city, town and country lane
you hear him sing his plaintive little strain)
And as he goes by to you he'll say
(Big jumbos) big jumbo ones
(Come buy
streets
And people began to listen
Southern boy, sing your southern song
Take it like no one around
Nobody walked by
Without feelin' high
Never
maker
All day singin', supper on the ground
Old folks and youngins, gather 'round
Every kind of fiddle you ever did see
Come along merry and sit by me
sometimes you win sometimes you lose
I lost ya mama
I lost ya mama
In the old days
I could sing the blues
Had nothin' to live for
And nothin' to lose
But all
Honey, when I brought you here you said that you would sing
You said that you would wing your way to fortune and fame
Now I've given everything
understanding, and the application of your wisdom makes you outstanding .....and Papa may stand, Mama may stand but God bless the child with his own standing
Fuck
is until I met you
Together we done watch years go by
Seen a river of your tears go by
Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I
Tell them hoes come
As years go by so fast
How can I forget your love
Mama you're the best
I remember 30th January 1998
She was fighting for her breath as she's lying on the bed
too them go jolie this year
So me sing
Papa god papa god
Me I get so many things to say
Me I get so many things I dey wish for
Me I get so many things
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