cocunut with tabasco Shady let go, the hoe has been choked up enough Let her ass go Not till Jessica Simpson let's go of the tuna casserole I used to love
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love you Take these tears Away from your love Take these tears Ooh, away from your love Take these tears I see you, I hear you I feel you, love you
language of love Slips from my lover's tongue Cooler than ice cream And warmer than the sun Dumb hearts get broken Just like china cups The language of love
Explore your body inside With my tongue I eviscerate your naked mind And satiated, embrace your fallen heart I whisper to your ears words of another age In a language
77th caller You know you just won a pair of Theodore drawers and all that How do you feel about that? (Oh my God, that is good daddy I love ya'll) Yeah
: A trader in furs living in exile Boy what a kook Look at that passport Stale bread and paper without privilege If you live here learn the language
s wing on the window Sometimes I?ll hear when she?s sleeping Her fever dream A language on her face "I want your flowers like babies want God?s love
after football heroes Tough Pachuco, little Neroes Forfeiting my A's for zeroes Futures unforeseen Spending all my energy In keeping my virginity And living in a fantasy In love
-Z:] Yo, yo first i snatched the street then i snatched the charts, First had they ear now i hav they're heart, Rappers came and went, I've been hear
John Legend I got the World in my hands, the master plan But I don?t know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They loving me
: (feat. Bloodsport, Immortal Technique) [Blood Sport:] I see you modified your gangsta after seeing me walk You changed your tone after hearing me
prayer language] Open up! [singing prayer] Come inhabit our praise Holy Spirit, Holy Spirit Come have your way Holy Spirit, your love is better than wine Your love
tool working his ass of all day at nighttime he went to school language is power as the years flew on by he went back home made the love of his life
: The language of the frost lobs dead balloons over ruins today In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs to spires with fiery plumes And incite
until your skin turns, woman Travel south until your skin turns brown Put a language in your head and get on a train And then come back to the one you love
Or get you bent, whatever you like I'm not into wifin - no sir I just wanna beat it up, hear the kitty-cat purr The whip or the tail, whichever you prefer