Sweet little thing like you Well, you know you know I need Sweet little thing like you Well, you know, you know I need Sweet little thing, sweet little thing Sweet little thing
Sweet little thing A constant in my thoughts Sweet little thing Somehow we both got lost And you tell me that I can't change And you say I'm
sweet little thing constant in my thoughts sweet little thing somehow we both got lost and you tell me that i can't change and you say i'm such a boy
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shudder any little thing the nigga think that he be doing cause it doesnt matter cause I'm gonna dadadada then I'm gonna murder every thing and anything
wild There must be something in the water Sippin' gin and juice Laying underneath the palm trees (Undone) The boys break their necks Tryin' to creep a little
chances. a little room for dancing, all night long. A woman needs, to beleive she can make her mind up on her own. a woman needs a few second chances. sweet romancin a little
mine. Little things I should have said and done, I just never took the time. You were always on my mind, You were always on my mind. Tell me, Tell me that your sweet
Swishers for the roll-up The grape cigarillo Little mama roll 'em good though Everybody chillin' we ain't worried 'bout shit Everybody chillin' we ain't worried 'bout a thing
diamond rings 'Cause real niggaz do real things Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things
Love ?em, leave ?em, give ?em hell for sure Tell them words they minds and souls deserve Or give them things they might prefer Saint Tropez, and mandarin sweet
love all night [verse 2] Its just a few little things that you gotta know. a girl will give you all of her heart when its happening slow I need a little
I'm headed back to Macon Middle of the Georgia pines Gotta keep these big wheels rollin' To that sweet little thing of mine I gotta get back to Macon
heard a thi-thing But the second that I-I-I d-d-do I'll gi-gi-give a ring Oh-oh-oh the poor poor poor little thing" All the while Nickee was curled
know how it feels Wanna give you that ooh la, ooh la la Wanna give you that ooh la, ooh la la Lover face, how your ass is pumping Sweet licentious
Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up Momma used to send me over with things We struck a friendship up I spent a few
best. I want to be their breath. Don't want to be the king Aint tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams. But an ordinary thing, history imma
weapon on you? I know a lot of you are I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit? Well