undone in my hands Oh yeah, she was taking me over And, oh yeah, it was the start of the summer Oh yeah, she was taking me over And, oh yeah, it was
't regret one thing Oh Yeah she was taking me over Oh Yeah it was the start of the summer It felt just like it was the start of forever Oh Yeah it was
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Oh what can I do What can I do To make it better, yeah, yeah I thank the Lord for every morning he allows me to rise And though the sun is shining there
carry me too fast Watch it, baby You're just my good for nothin' My sweet hunk o' trash My, my how you sound You're very short on looks Yeah, yeah, yeah
The rhyme I pick up trick up and like hiccup (Hiccup!) This is a good place for a stickup So throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah I Can Beat
match I'm watching your love letters Burn and turn to ash One by one the teardrops dry Night by night the less I cry Piece by piece my heart is mending Oh
Na Na Naii Oh na na oh na na Yeah yeah yeah N-dubz N-dubz N-dubz Its like first things first, You'd probably think I'm a chap with good manners, Well
helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head I said "Yeah", so then they said "Oh so that mean we gon' You gon' switch it on 'em?" I said "Yeah, Flipmode
your body on me Tell me what it is, girl, that you like I know it I got you twisted, I know, girl Come on, girl, let's spend the night, oh Baby Bash, Keith Sweat Felli Fel, yeah
fell off, fuck a curl She kept nibbling my nuts like a squirrel I hit the weed and flicked the ash on her back Fuckin her friend in the face until her jaw snapped Oh
a girl. She kept nibblin my nuts like a squirrel. I hit the weed and flick the ash on her back. Fuckin her friend in the face until her jaw snap. Oh shit
hell breaks loose All my niggas gon' shoot when all hell breaks loose (check it out) Shoot 'em up, oh, shoot 'em up, oh yeah Straps on our laps cause
of the engines, yeah And, oh, brothers and sisters, I ask you to look at him Does he have the marks? Do you see them? No And, oh, brothers and sisters
you had mo out of made of you Voice 1: not even mister ash Voice 2: wooooo Voice 2: yeah Voice 1: appends Voice 2: hmm. Voice 1: owww Voice 1: yeah
keys and your secrets and your little black box" People say a lot when they want the job, yeah People say a lot when they want the job, yeah People
