Read my body, are the letters big enough Read my body, do you like the book of my love Read my body, turn the page, get to the good stuff, read my body
: Read my body, are the letters big enough Read my body, do you like the book of my love Read my body, turn the page, get to the good stuff, read my body
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And she got my number, tell her man that's like a miracle Said she like my swag pull up 6's on my vehicle GA to VA, Cali girl love me, Brooklyn girls
Because I don't need nada except for Prada beaver For cold winters, tattoos got my summer's sleeveless To my G's on the flee from the coppers Stiff bodies
Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm Damn, Another dead pigeon If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians Nobody's shootin', my body
my purpose to toil harder Tryin' to make good off my honor 'Til a hater really make me a martyr Kiss my, gonna miss my daughters Hope I taught my seeds proper I love my
Like nothing I've seen, done, or read Colors and music played in my head I wasn't prepared Now the next time happened when I finally caught my breath
didn't witness it) Hook They said that chivalry is dead Then why is her body in my bed At sunrise, the morning paper's read They found a body in my
holding down her cubicle, And she got my number to her, man that?s like a miracle, She say she like my swag,and my 6?s on my vehicle, GA to VA, Cali girls
, no I reminisce on the way that it was First kiss, first hug 24-7 you was on my mind Baby girl you was my first love We closer than the pages In my
town goin' hard, read my hips Slap my thighs, swing my hair Squint my eyes Lookin' hot, smellin' good Groovin' like I'm from the hood Over my shoulder
plane Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high? So High that I can kiss the sky How sick? So Sick that you can suck my dick 'Til my
you about the Sooperman Lover Ayo, I was out to lunch and shit Puffin' on a blunt to get my head read(y) Boogie'n to my walkman With an 'S' on my chest
