you, baby 'Bout them birds and them bees When you get around And think about it ain't so bad Might be the best thing you ever had Oo, best thing I ever had
ll teach you baby 'bout them birds and them bees When you get around And think about it ain't so bad Might be the best thing you ever had Best thing I ever had
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teach you baby 'bout them birds and them bees When you get around And think about it ain't so bad Might be the best thing you ever had Best thing I ever had
the moon The ozone layer has no ozone anymore And you're gonna leave me for the guy next door I'm sick of you I'm sick of you They arrested the Mayor
[Chorus 2X: sample] "One two three Let me you, if you ready for me, lord" [Verse 1] It's the infinite connect Respect what you see as if you praise Donald
daughter of a child Said she's got the whole thing down Best inform the missing persons' act You know your daughter can't be found Do you want something
did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
You call em lyrics, nigga you need to stop You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you goin pop I feed you a poisonous verse so don't try it No more rhymin, you
ever done is when I was trying to get myself a worried woman to ease my worried mind. Now I'm gonna tell you just about how much hard work I had to
go through, a little nigga Sippin liquor with my old dude, what the fuck you gon' do? I'm quick to curse you, I told my mother that i'ma hurt you If you ever
to get you wind up, box, then find her Scratch, we got 'em sized up, and when the east is in the house You, you, you, you, you [ Watch Ya Mouth lyrics
. You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me
your hand, close my eyes all I love finally dies Drank the poison most foul with you... But why do you smile? ...Don't smile Don't you smile You were
of hard work I just wanted to tell you that, "I am a man who likes hard work" I was born working and I worked my way up by hard work I ain?t ever got
all up and down the streets That'll just suit me fine 'Cause I hate ever'thing that's union And I hate ever'thing that's organized And I hate ever'thing
Tryna catch up you musta spilled n I'm amongst hustla's killin, money stacks touch the ceiling What the fuck ya feelin... you will never feel You will never sail, you
