Lyrics:
corners
And was even a little too young for me
Tall and shy and crafty
He was oh so scholarly then
Got married later on
Had a child by the name of Julian
[Repeat: x2]
My little sister had a glass of wine,
No doubt a glass of wine too many.
"I bet he's out right now with his Nazi whore,
That's
the melody of
The Forty-Second Street
Little nifties from the Fifties, innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the Eighties, who are indiscreet
Side by
Alone in the world
Was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child as you'd find.
Her parents had gone
To their
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
When
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
When
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
When
link know we going up baby
She like me she be always sweet talking
Hit my line all the time it's only us baby
Sweet lady won't you be my
Sweet lover all
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a sweet and gentle flower, growing wild
And if by chance you get to hold her
Hold her for a time
And with
Gabriella George Floyd Alton Sterling man
Hunt us down with a badge and a gun
They don't mess around they monsters
They shoot to kill if you black in
by police
In north-west Atlanta but I don't hear it in the streets
With a anger in the hood for this old lady dying
DC 6 aint shit but cops lying
Little lady sweet thang, I see what you sayin'
Got some love we gotta make, and I ain't even tryna wait yeah
Oh oh, shawty hittin' up my phone, beggin' me
on Water, 'cause the wings are some gas
Throw the Subi in sport mode and I'm dustin' yo ass
(And I'm dustin' yo ass)
Yeah it's gon' be alright
Little Bites
your own bubble and enjoy the island
Well, sweet life, boba tea by the ocean
Sweet life, boba tea by the ocean
Sweet life, boba tea by the ocean
Sweet
I been chasin titles
Brother got hearts to break like Sean Michaels
Brother won’t hesitate
I get baked with a bad little ting who hate to read
Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
You're a discontented mother and a rich inventive wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll
Well, well well, hi little bunny
I'm gonna try it
I bought mine as a boy with some candy
Hit her with the sweet rude, target on a bambi
Compressed
Are You Feelin Randy - Written by Robert George Vines
you always wink when you pass by
your lips electric to my eyes
your so seductive when you
cold ones, leave your worries behind
I'll sing some Waylon Jennings or a little George Jones
Play you anything you want to help you lighten that load
(Diddy in background)
Hey yo, ladies and gentlemen
You could never imagine, what's about to happen right now
(Hey yo check this out)
Hey yo I'm
snap back on
Put some dip in your lip
Ya’ll in your drawl
A little number 7 down in your cup
And country up
Country up
Ladies if a man in tight
And as for Lady Bevan (14)
We were both in labor, that's true
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I played the uke with Vernon Duke
So well in Dubuque
infatuated with ya cake
Damn, I'd love a taste
A little sample, lead by example
Show me the way to your inner state
You know I'm down for the ride
However
face just knocks me off of my feet!
Pretty little feet
She's really sweet enough to eat!
She looks, like an angel looks,
She cooks like an angel
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