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. Will I be left vacant?. Slipping in this empty space. It's difficult believing. Sweet allure. Beauty face. When I'm left with no more feeling. I've got it sweet, I've got it grim. Never imagined
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This is the time where you all should report to the dance floor. 112 So So Def. . Stop, wait a minute, hold up love. Jd plus 112, add that up. Now that equals. Me seeing you and see through
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Yeah, 112, Three 6 mafia, 112 I'm in the club drunk as hell with my dawggs 112. I gotta 112 girls I'm tryin' to sell a dream to. So I need to holla at the club owner. And hit him whip out 10
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wonder why your girls wanna tag along Cuz them birds are jealous, my words are embellish. Plus they heard I kiss every curve and crevice. I'm too hot to handle, I rock your mantle. When I play 112 and
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money, and my money's on my mind. Get you up outta the ghetto I just want you to shine. So don't be tellin' your girls my money don't stretch. And don't be sayin' 112 don't make hits. 'Cause you know
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. Will I be left vacant?. Slipping in this empty space. It's difficult believing. Sweet allure. Beauty face. When I'm left with no more feeling. I've got it sweet, I've got it grim. Never imagined
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. Will I be left vacant?. Slipping in this empty space. It's difficult believing. Sweet allure. Beauty face. When I'm left with no more feeling. I've got it sweet, I've got it grim. Never imagined
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. Will I be left vacant?. Slipping in this empty space. It's difficult believing. Sweet allure. Beauty face. When I'm left with no more feeling. I've got it sweet, I've got it grim. Never imagined
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Yo, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay. Ay it's T. I. P man, king of the south. Rubber band man, boing with my 4 112. Letting all those suckers for Lord know man. Keep you girl out the club if you want em
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them birds are jealous my words are embellish. Plus they heard I kiss every curve and crevice I'm too hot to handle, I rock your mantle. When I play 112 and light 16 candles. Deep sea fishin' in your
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This is the 'Long, long he love'. Fe the gal dem, na, na, na na. The Rapper Don and 112. He nah gon' stay 'pon the shelf I wanna see you rock that thang. Rock that thang. Rock that thang. Rock
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. Will I be left vacant?. Slipping in this empty space. It's difficult believing. Sweet allure. Beauty face. When I'm left with no more feeling. I've got it sweet, I've got it grim. Never imagined
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