She (We gave her most of our lives) Is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives) Home (We gave her everything money could buy) She's leaving home after
She (We gave her most of our lives) Is leaving (Sacraficed most of our lives) Home (We gave her everything money could buy) She's leaving home after living
be driving a Benz But it's the credit man who wins out in the end He's got your car loan, interest on your mother's home He's got your daddy paying off
everywhere they like Late at night When she comes out The lady moves Prowls the town A perfect match Of looks and charm Where she goes It's light and dark She's
it out If I wanna take a guy home with me tonight It's none of yo business And if she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekend It's none of yo business
ill paragraph soon I took the cover right home to the bathroom In the immortal words of L.L., 'Hard as hell' Your broad wears it well She's the reason
go home, either be a boy or a man Gotta pay the cost to be the boss or you take a loss understand? Gotta play the hand that you're dealt that's until it's
go everywhere they like Late at night when she comes out The lady moves prowls the town A perfect match of looks and charm Where she goes it's light and dark She's
Hart] Yeah, okay. Thanks... for nothing. [Mama Morton] She's not that nice, ain't she? I tell you, no matter how big she gives, she's still as common
you got game then peep it, it's the southern way I wouldn't have it no other way, so muthafuck What the others say, love it or leave Yes, it's hard but it's
woman friend She like putting on sinners in, yeah You sip me hills, expensive whines perril sell It aint tricking, I just spend money on cheap thrills
say time is money I'm wastin' my money sittin here chillin' so good bye [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] She love a trick to treat She be calling me up, Koopa let's
North London And she?s the sister of someone Or has some connection. As we make introductions I?m struck by her beauty She?s irrefutably fair With dark
since they say time is money I'm wastin' my money sittin here chillin' so good bye [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] She love a trick to treat She be calling me up, Koopa let's
left The Beastie Boy gonna' let you know Your sister's def Your sister's def She's so hook, is she, how can it be Don't lie, she's not in your family
no tricks With 36 hoes to the ki', and ten kilos grams in the sack And 15 sacks up in the trunk now that's one point five mill' worth of crack It's Big
ill paragraph soon I took the cover right home to the bathroom In the immortal words of L.L., 'hard as hell' Your broad wears it well She's the reason
