Lyrics:
are my king
There's nothing sweeter than sitting at your feet
Just to hear your voice so sweet
There's nothing sweeter, you are sugar on the sugar cane
Sittin' by the fire...
Radio just played a little classical music for you kids,
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane,
years old I made da news
Ain't shit change but my aim and age no attempt when I shoot
Think shìt sweet, approach me like you dumb, I blow shit down no
:: Waiting for this love to bring me close to you :: Watch the water bleed the soil :: Albinoed by the sun we will try to keep our feet :: In the face
beat the block for it's stock
Turn around and swap game for a political job
R.I.P. to Pab aka Mr. Sweets
If you peeping from the south we about
Hit you twice
With your bitch I guess that's a double kill
I am ten toes down ma nigga I ain't Goan be carried by six
I got shooters by my side bitch
on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me feel
And I would turn her sharp
And I would make her whine
He'd say, "you can't beat the way an old wood boat
designed to replicate perfection
And were you lying next to me
While you were lying next to me--
Whispering rehearsed sweet nothings
Through your photogenic
down
Grind hard
Turn nothing to something
Pussy boy you barley know how u so quick to judge me
I'm from where they think it's sweet but after dark it get
feet boy, make bitches bounce to this
Don't let me have to let the mac speak boy
Track meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trash
You corny
Quartebackin, Trust Me, Rugby Rush Me
Color Purple, Still In The Sweet It's Ugly
I Dont Know You But You Lovin' Me, Fresher Than Doug E.
Look At Wat
Girl you know it
Yeah you know
It drives me crazy
I'm only 10minutes away
I can tell by your face you're alone
Come over girl
She wants it
She needs it
plan on landing you can watch me
Walking thru the air
Nikes on my feet
Night time never seems
To coincide with sleep
I been up and at it
Think I'm going
Whippin down the lane in the 6 speed
Hope i make it home momma praying to the rosary
Meet you in the room i can feel you laying next to me
Tryna
death, kill now I'm flexin' in your lexus
Stretch me if you want to, gonna, follow around the corner
Then I holler at your women, turn the fire
I left strawberries by your door
And they're sweet
Grown in the summertime
Red maple trees swaying high
Red like my cheeks
Red like my love
you make out that it's true
Because you said it, you should have meant it
Why won't my heart still skip a beat?
Why won't you sweep me off my feet?
Why
know we plan on you demisin'
So playa you gon' be six feet and under
While I'm 300 feet and risin',
Bitch!
(we off what we all)?
Sick and (frost
the heat, swept off my feet.
I'm so in love, I'm all shooked up.
My mind is hazy, & I'm feeling crazy.
All I do is think of you.
All I want is your sweet
I might miss things
But I know I'm missing
지금 어떻게 나 어떻게 나 Slipping
Got me taking in the scripture like prescription
By HIS words
By HIS Grace
By His
every day, if they make one mistake
He never saw me coming, revenge is sweet
I held his throat so tightly, I lifted him off his feet
My life is hell, it's
Sunlight comes creeping in
Illuminates our skin
We watch the day go by
Stories of all we did
It made me think of you
It made me think of you
just fell to my feet
and like a fool I began to cry
Oh when I think about the good love you gave me
I cry like a baby
Living without you is driving me
just fell to my feet
and like a fool I began to cry
Oh when I think about the good love you gave me
I cry like a baby
Living without you is driving me
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