You're the kind of girl that everybody's warned me about You're the kind of person that everybody's just staring at But now you are a topless dancer working
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Take off your mink coat Take off your muff Get on the table and show us your stuff Right here next to me I'm a fat old man, sweatin' and huffin' A gin
Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P- Diddy (Hey what's up girl) Grab ma glasses I'm out the door I'm gonna hit the city (Let's go) Before I leave brush
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Born to make it alone from the skids Don't take it for more than it is Cause we're tough kids We are tough kids You already know, you already know, Come
Oh baby, baby How was I supposed to know That somethin' wasn't right? Oh baby, baby I shouldn't have let you go And now you're outta sight Show me how
I'm sitting here alone up in my room And thinking about the times that we've been through, oh my love I'm looking at a picture in my hand Trying my best
"Never look back", We said How was I to know I'd miss you so? Loneliness up ahead, emptiness behind Where do I go? And you didn't hear all my joy through
Friends say, I'm away Because I'm down with you every day They say, break away I'm missin' out on the fun and games But you smile and the words they tell
Shake it, baby Shake it, baby Do that sexy dance, girl Move them pants around the world Do it like that, girl C'mon, shake it like a black girl Yeah
[Pretty Boy] My peoples is watching you, watching me Lots of envy and hate is what it got to be I heard you tryin' to destroy my whole monopoly But if
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Everybody needs some time away Just stuck in the K-hole again An 18 hour holiday Just stuck in the K-hole again Just once again Mrs. Kitty Ketamine your
There's something wrong with the kids in my neighborhood They always listen to moms They disregard civil disobedience They'd rather do what they're told
People tell me that I brag a lot 'cause I call myself the Masterman Always talkin' 'bout how I got dynamite in every hand Hit it Me and my brother we