Yeah.
both side.
Dr. Bartley,
you say you want me to wreck his soul
You want me to wreck his soul,
you want me to wreck his soul
You think a gas station every man drive through
You think I'm in bed,
you better know what you do
You a twist and a turn like you don't have no clue
The last man was coming and I made him get booed
What's it lady,
Jimmy,
come and see who want me to drink
You two man so short, I want you to really think
I'm the kind of red,
but now you make me feel pink
I look red like a car,
but I'm a lady of this thing
How come you're last name when you come carry your file?
Oh
The last month we coming out me bed him get boo
Move up like we better make me own your drinks
You two man so short, girl you really a thing
Me die in a red, but now you make me feel pink
Me look like leprechaun, what about that?
You have to sing
I got last name, when you come carry your file
Me love boy come keep me in a fashion and style
Before you start massage me with BAB
I mean I been a let it all,
forget that he's a child
God bless you, I be sharp, become copy star
I pick a bike for you, only come plus you saw
I dont wanna leave
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