to make a love to.
I wish we'd still love to, come what may.
Everybody is
throwing their money at me
People don't want to give me anything
just
to fry my underpants
You will give birth to a son,
King of cocaine.
You will give birth to children white as snow.
Oh mama, lay, lay, lay.
You will give birth to a son,
King of cocaine.
You
will give birth to children white as snow.
Oh mama, lay, lay, lay.
Oh mama,
lay, lay, lay.
