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girl I love you) I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you) Looking for your hot stuff Baby, I need it Looking for your hot stuff Baby, tonight
***, we tryin' to get it all together And spend a lil' cheddar and fly in any weather *** And homie you can get the money and the power Then them ***
fucking striking We got a lot of rappers striking Standing by the harvest for fruit Waiting for the fruit to ripen We run up on niggas and jack them for
said, "Son, listen hear, I know You can stay but that guitar has just gotta go" So he pulled his hat down over his eyes Headed out for them western skies
me out Plot and make me the lover you wanted When you were young and asleep And I'm fine when you, you burn my core from a bottle The lover you wanted
'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies I don't want another insane lover Cuttin' on my rubber, houndin' me just to tell her I love her Gotta give it to them
Video game lover, we should with each other I said Video game lover, we should with each other Dont act like we don't feel the same Baby, baby, baby,
Video Game Lover, We should ......., With each other, I said, Video game lover we should ......., with each other, Don't act like we don't feel the
a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses) my nigga, we rent houses so many wedding rings lost in them couches I?m just a Westside lover I leave females
world is full of them Girls, now listen They're hungry, don't trust a Oh, the world is full of them The world is full of them They do it, they do it
? bag, too cute Are those new wings? Well, these are Just swipe them on my visa Let?s stop through Vegas Spin the wheel at the palace of young Caesar
remix Why beat gangs, MJ chain On the way baby I can drop 20ks Make em say young when I put them gloves on Everytime is a Thriller, got them number ones for
ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground And howl Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers Starts so soft and sweet and turns them
me alone" And Johnny cried, "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down, the cops have found the vein" Them barefoot boys left their homes for the woods Them
Hey bus driver, keep the change Bless your children, give them names Don't trust men who walk with canes Drink this and you'll grow wings on your feet
, gone away to find his fortune There's a long-haired lady lookin' for a home With her young son, he'd left them both alone And his black-haired lover
