at you that way) Tonight I'll make my way into your house I must, I'm lusting for your body Skin looks tight, think I just might have To take a bite,
you that way Tonight ill make my way into your house I must; I'm lusting for your body Skin looks tight, think I just might have To take a bite,
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you that way Tonight ill make my way into your house I must; I'm lusting for your body Skin looks tight, think I just might have To take a bite, but
at you that way Tonight ill make my way into your house I must; I'm lusting for your body Skin looks tight, think I just might have To take a bite
this type of dick from that local dude And if you are, I hope you have a good time 'Cause I definitely be having mine And you ain't fixin' to see a
a judge 'All rise' This gun'll knock plants off tall guys We value-packs, y'all small fries Yo, I'm from the projects Yo, but on the floor tied Don't matter, we
onward and From the pilot to the golden sky From the dash until the day we die From the laughter
that) somebody else will do you betta, so why the hell are we together? but then we make up, and then we rite back back in love, it's all good people think we
think about you everything just Reminds me of when we had our first Christmas And I've been thinking we should talk about mistrust Cause it cuts and that hurts, If I could I would play it all
", The Clash was on the radio And mum and dad were still in love. In 1979. It was a good, good year. All the decades and the years have passed, Not every
and my niggaz share gifts, e'ryday like Christmas Slay bitches, and party everyday like this is the last I'm with my heckles, connectin' and we hittin
it in reverse and he came back quick. Fiend jumped out and he talkin' all big, this is what happened to this bitch: we beat him, and finished him off and
fuck with Tanqueray Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold Last name was Ide's and the first name Old But Gold couldn't take the dick and made me lazy We split apart and
style, I'm still thristy And we all gotta fall off, but you first G I'll be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chillin
Born into Nixon I was raised in hell A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled The last one born, and the first one to run My town was blind from refinery
remember 2 or 3 Cross YM and out of him we'll make a movie We all that we can be, respect the army and salute we [Verse 4 - Gudda Gudda] Yeah, Young
the table lookin' like a ski slope Fuck "goin out" me and my money elope And most niggaz rap about money but they be broke My man went to Moorehouse and had a
