Lyrics:
breeched
What man wouldn't want to be free
What man wouldn't want to be I
Single as a dollar Can't say I ain't try
Nothing for you just hi and bye
You never
to be so strong
I really want to meet you
But I'm kind of scared
'Cause you're the kind of lady
With so much class
Get my thoughts together
For the very
My careers in the shitter because all I want to do get fucking cold cuts. I just wanted to get fucking cold cuts? I love Chinese people.
The lady
it'll easily swing the Earth by the sound of a trillion pounds of Chicken feathers
Could be better, It's fucking windy, get a sweater, write a letter
vajay
It’s my habit
Let’s go
Take a glance at the clock
See the hours go by
But you still don’t understand
Why the time always fly
How the time
look the other way
And everyone report to the dance floor
To the single boys, go ahead, implore
And where are all my single ladies (where?)
Please don't
Yeah, Erick Sermon, EPMD, check it
Redman, method man, lady luck, def jam
Erick and Parrish millennium ducats
Hold me down, hold me down
Yo!
burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day
And even if it's hot outside, he wears it anyway
He's
Hey excuse young lady lemme tell you something
Why are you shouting
Hello I'm talking to you what ok no problem
No just be going it's ok ahn ahn wait
joined the social whirl
Became procurer of young girls
Then I would have my own bordellos
My record would be number one
And I'd sell records by the ton
goo)
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size and they width
Sike wait until November 5th
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size
the fucking roof
And every single time I'm down bad it turn into shrooms
A special pack of my homies to keep this life feeling cool
Driving I'm by the coupe
at daylight
My ladies found out 'bout each other
When they both had my babies
Now I'm the single father
Of "Humanatee"
Yeah I been on my grind I ain’t tryna kick it back
Rather have it on a Thursday my lady throw it back
I’m the type to have a posse single on to my tracks
.Not a day goes by
Girl I be tripping on you ( oh baby )
Not a day goes by
I just keep tripping on you ( ah baby )
Hey pretty Lady come and talk to me,
He's burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred!
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day
And even if it's hot, outside he wears it anyway!
He's burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred!
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day
And even if it's hot, outside he wears it anyway!
Twinkle twinkle
The ice in my glass twinkle, HA
It's late Friday night and i'm single
I ponder to mingle
Put down my glass
Vodka tingles in my mout
at the flicks
Seen you at the mall, shopping some kicks
I even know you rock a size 5 in ladies
But I don't know your first name, that's crazy
And this the part
would I, and why should I
When I seen a lady tonight, with my good eye that I would try and make
My..(baby..baby)
I was up in the club putting my hood
Ladies and gentlemen I would like to tell y'all a story about a kid who had a dream and he pursued that dream
Seventeen with a dream of music
People
'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for
The weed and the nicotine i can't sleep
Close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside
One
This is dedicated to the women that I love in my life. Those beautiful ladies who showed me the light. Avoid of men so they all had to fight to raise
the place to trip on good times
I'm surrounded by C's D's and double D's
some down ass women that freak me down to they knees
[Mr. Sancho]
as we walked up in
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