no word she spoke Until this fair maid's heart was broke She's like the swallow that flies so high And she's like the river that never runs dry She's like
She's like a swallow that flies so high She's like the river that never runs dry She's like the sunshine on the lee shore She loves her love and love
Translation: Dillon, Cara. She's Like The Swallow.
Translation: Siberry, Jane. She's Like The Swallow.
poke her face I make her say Common She said she want whatever she like But she gotta bring your friend We could have a hell of a night, through the day She blamed it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol She
First) Pa-Pa Poker Face (Kid Cudi) She Wanna Have Whatever She Like She Can If She Bring Her Friend And We Can Have One Hell Of A Night Through The Day Ay I Mean Stand Like
First) Pa-Pa Poker Her Face (Kid Cudi) She Wanna Have Whatever She Like She Can If She Bring Her Friend And We Can Have One Hell Of A Night Threw The Day Ay I Mean Stand Like
so bright I don't even need light I'm wit a model broad, she don't even eat rice Uh, but would you believe that she dykes And she asked me for a picture
up now Only thing that's on my mind Is who's gonna run this town tonight Hey, hey Hey, hey (Is who's gonna run this town tonight) It's crazy how you
you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla Love your face, love your smile, love that ass in a Prada Make it, bounce up and down like the six
-she escaped She on a diet, but her cock is eating cheesecake And I'll say "Bride of Chuckie" is child's play Just killed another career, it's a mild
A lot of quiet time, pink bottles of Rose Exotic red bottoms, whole body glittered in gold Following fundamentals and following in a rental I love a nasty girl who swallows what's
a faithful cheater)? Ain't no rings on ya finger, is we fuckin' or what? Pack a overnight bag and steal your man's truck. She told me "Guns turn me on" She
it I'm too perverted, I'm 'bout to hurt it The jury's all in, that pussy's murdin' My lips is thick, my hips is curvy My body sick, I like it dirty
Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit Inking hit up after hit, this penmanship is so legit I came equipped like an prophylactic, now they riding dick Like
a project chica, named Rica She keep a purse full of dro' reefer Small, pinkies like that Talk 'til the paper fat I rock somethin', roll chief sacks like
, but they swallow everywhere She came to party like it's 1999 If she died on my dick, she would live through my rhymes They say we can't be livin' like