Lyrics:
spoil you, baby you will see
Call me crazy, but baby move in with me
You live too far, too far away
Yeah
By the time I get to your house, ain't got
Master P (uh)
Got a blow job from Paula Jones, and stuck it so far in her mouth
My balls broke both of her collarbones (ow!)
Told Mya this shit was all
Master P (uh)
Got a blow job from Paula Jones, and stuck it so far in her mouth
My balls broke both of her collarbones (ow!)
Told Mya this shit was all
My thoughts always on a goal
Inside focus on the play
And Imma set the tone
Keep up Jones's ain't fire
But imma need a house no lie
And mama one too
that eleven,
The sent me back to school this beat took me to heaven
Im giving ya'll good news me and lyrics are married
Now its Tom on the ones and twos
that eleven,
The sent me back to school this beat took me to heaven
Im giving ya'll good news me and lyrics are married
Now its Tom on the ones and twos
that eleven,
The sent me back to school this beat took me to heaven
Im giving ya'll good news me and lyrics are married
Now its Tom on the ones and twos
to Bangladesh
I riggedy-rippin' flesh plus I get fresh like this
Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you'll get it done
Scorched(?) for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no
And behalf of five time
World champion
Dallas Cowboys
Hall of fame owner
Jerry Jones
Cause this is our year
We on the quest for six
Cause this is our
to Bangladesh
I riggedy-rippin' flesh plus I get fresh like this
Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you'll get it done
Scorched(?) for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no
to house
So I can hear Dike Jones tell me
He got platinum in his mouth
That nigga soft
He ain't never move no crack in the South
Was in packaging soft
that's what I call art
From the gutter like the bottom of a long fall
Move to my own beat like the song's off
Gettin' busy like I'm dialin' up the wrong
wanna be Ho' no more
NoFu so Vic Damone - you Carlton Banks, Barry Manilow
Stroke your bitch to this song, fuck her so long I'm on antidote
Three of that
We gon' start this shit off right (off right)
We got bad ass bitches in the house tonight
We gon' start this shit off right (off right)
We got
a haunted house, got soul by the pound
If you wanna dance, think about it right now
See, I'm not in it, yo, listen, I'm not in it
This song's about beats,
up
We already straight - yesss
[Chorus]
[Jermaine Dupri]
Fab we gon' have to make a dance to this song man!
Why'knahmean; ain't no WAY you
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
to house
So I can hear Dike Jones tell me
He got platinum in his mouth
That nigga soft
He ain't never move no crack in the South
Was in packaging soft
Tom sits in his own house
Waiting for the call
That they want him to join them
Each day his hope just falls
So Tom moves onto new things
That help
at least this second, crisp air
I like my oxygen rare, but it lives outside of the windows
Therefore, I am sinful for wanting more
Thousands of houses with
Team on
If you scramblin this yo theme song
Captain Planet
This yo theme song
Chances
Team on
This my theme song
It won't be long
If you scramblin
live o
We cannot remember how it feels no
Put the song on repeat
I let my hommie shine on the beat
This jam
You suppose to dey drive as you Dey listen
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