Lyrics:
bitches
When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens
Baby, Brian, B., Bubble, you can call me what you feel
Hoppin' out the platinum Hummer with
live twice
When you're gone, you're gone, without no bye
'Cause only a judge can give you life (yeah, yeah)
This is my advice, trust me, I nearly lost
Tell me what to do
I don't wanna go to bed
I don't wanna go to bed (no)
I don't wanna go to bed
I don't wanna go to bed without you
I don't
Suzie cries and called him names, “you stupid blinking jerk”
Now James gets really hurt by this, and thinks that makes him weak
He’ll stamp his foot
need to apologize to James Todd Smith
I make money, you just make dimes sick
I get face from women you wish you could FaceTime with
My dogs canines, it
I'm so tired of being without
And never knowing what love's about
James Moody, you can come on in
And you can blow now if you want to
We're
be here with out You
I don’t wanna go
Another day without Your love by my side
No
I don’t wanna be here without You
Never wanna go there without You
intrude without getting singed by a firewall
Soul brotha understanding
Right on
Parselmouth with positive polarity
The mic strong
Give her an anaconda
jumped out of the pages of honcho
I knew he had his eyes on me
Back to his bedroom
For a little role play
You know by now
I know that it won´t be
[King James]
Yo Savon, you're my man and everything else
But you just can't run up in this building and shoot
And fools got my brother hostage, man
on recording the Sopranos, I forgot
I love shows with or without a plot
I'll stare until my legs are numb, my eyes blood shot
Because I only got, one brain
Prince, James Brown
Logic be walkin' out on stage in a white blouse
With two tigers next to him and dolphins behind him
Overnight, we ain't make it
Ballin hard like the playoffs, All this hard work paid off,
I hustle hard with no days off, I hustle hard with no days off
I'm King James when it's
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised
you's
Don't send none to him
Cause he not hearing but resent you
Had nothing to do with you
Making it the way you did
Making it to him begin in heart
of the James Brown, Brown, Brown
This is the mixture when you add hard texture
Can't get no harder, so I'm out to getcha
Its essence felt, you're turned
tired of being without
And never knowing what love's about
James Moody, you can come on in man
And you can blow now if you want to
We're through.
Lots of people sleeping on me, blocking the road
Judging by your snore PP you look awfully broke
My boy would kick your ass but he's just gone for
Galore, James Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey Songz
Coke head, you cheated on your man with Ebro
I might leak the footage
Umm...
James records, CO James I get you right
Ktk on this one.. Plusman baby ayaaa, ummm
You my babe bea
My puich pu
They want I willing to die for
ass with that jab step and that fadeaway
Blow by yo whole team and I rape the paint
Kiss the glass and I break the bank
Might be down but I'll make
Girl, why you fuckin' with a conniving man
When the sky's bloody red and all ya see is the dead
If a man or a woman dies, not on a god's time
But
I'll be James St Patrick you be Angela
Like we back in high school with love we just Amateurs
I'm Big on energy so Lemme Channel Ya
Once I match your
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