Well I think it's fine, Watching summer rain, Taking a ride on a cosmic train You've been killing time, Wasting all your days, But you can get what you
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religion (No religion) My religion is you Take a bite of my bad girl meat (Bad girl meat) Take a bit of me, boy (Show me your teeth) I'm a tough bitch
Put your hands all over Put your hands all over me Put your hands all over Put your hands all over me I can't seem to find The pretty little face I left
?" He says, "All I got right now Is this box of one dozen Starving crazed weasels." I said, "Okay, I'll take that." So he hands me the box, And I open
This shit is fucked up 'cause some niggas call it tough love It's crazy 'cause you might know a nigga all your life And he got a twisted alterier motive
[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the dough still, And anybody in my way, roadkill, Everything my hands touch turn to gold
big fella so you could see this bitch Sittin' there boo legs wide open Laughin' gigglin' smilin' and jokin' wit' homes Like they use to hang out real, real tough
shit But a bunch of ass-whuppins, that's all y'all get Actin tough in the club You found out you was fuckin with some thugs; put them hands on ya So
a half a million for my baby girl It may be early to be planning this stuff Cause I'm still struggling hard to be the man, and it's tough Cause man it
broke, let it be Ain't nuttin' nice in New York Stick you for your cake and your icing that tough talk? Don't mean nuttin' when you're up North So keep them hands
Maine fan or foe Fuck a nigga, try to get his hands on my doe But if you really want come on Try to get a, you can feed the unpulla Tuck my hands on
American commando girls Commando girls Commando girls Commando girls won't you come out tonight? Commando girls won't you come out and fight? Commando girls
all hate the whites The whites think they're tough, but they're not, cool city The boys go out with each other The girls who will be in movies If
in the sand Met a salty girl with a sailor's gait and her eyes were a greeny blue And she knew the ropes like the back of her sunburned hand We danced
up the plastic wrapper And started flicking through the pages Tough love, tough love, I call it hatred Tough love, tough love, I call it hatred They call it tough
income & then some 'cause even a weddin' band on her hand, won't stop a man who wanna spend some Diamonds, & furs is all she want, that damned Glamour girl
