she was here, she was my lady Never before was I dependin' Then she came on, filled in my life She kept me on my best behavior She was my Lord, she was
'm the kinda brother Who been doin it my way, gettin my bread for years - in my career And every lover (y'all) In and out my life, I hid love and left
What it is We go getting it poppin This is the standard option She know we be on top Which is why we be the hottest The gang of ladies they know we true
Now You Don't Back To The Basics I Think I Made It Ladies Make Some Noise If You Wanna Be My Replacement Girl. [Verse 3: Drake] With Them Other Dudes She
Cuz he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked
"Beautiful Chest". It led to a lady who showed me her best. She was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes. So she rang the bell, and quick
took the price on my uncles head Nobody called the cops as my uncle bled So I feel like I would like to know my uncles bread Bow down, brother pay homage
cheap radios. And there sits she no bed, no bread, no butter on a double yellow line where she can park anytime. Old Lady Grey; crash-barrier waltzer
intelligence to the others. She was their leader, their guru. She had the answer: "Hare, you must go in search of the optician." But then she realized that Hare was
: (Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) There was a lady and a lady gay, Of children she had three, She sent them away to the North Countree To learn their
my feet The tears my dear mother shed for me Would wet my winding sheet' 'The tears my dear mother shed for me Would wet my winding sheet Would wet my
far behind that it don't got the brains to quit it When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills Lord, Lord When she blows up she'll scatter cross
many men you know that can birth up a baby, and burpin' my baby, and don't have a lady Come back from the walk and she actin' so shady Smokin' with homie
bans so haters never in my head Money hungry good for me, yeah I call it week bread Ladies say I'm long show king yeah that's what she said Crib like
Niggas took the price on my uncles head Nobody called the cops as my uncle bled So I feel like I would like to know my uncles bread Bow down, brother
that's so terrific I'm in this bitch hold your pictures And hold your bitches cuz she gon want a part of me Cuz she never see the roof of my car with
I got cake like everyday my birthday [Hook: Mannie Fresh] (Shine) - From my head down to my shoes (Shine) - Skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's (Shine) - Check my
