world came crumbling down Oh well it's all over It's all good, until the world came crumbling down Oh well it's all over It's all good, until the world
on you And I can't understand just why you went away I sat and waited for the day you'd come back home But it was all good Take a loaded gun and
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on you And I can't understand just why you went away I sat and waited for the day you'd come back Home But it was all good Take a loaded gun and blow
talkin' 'bout bitches that we almost had I don't think I'm concious of making monsters Outta the women that I sponsor til it all goes bad But shit it's all good
it, like it. S, S, S & M, M, M S, S, S & M, M, M S, S, S & M, M, M S, S, S & M, M, M Who's that chick? who's that chick?
do it different 'round here, that's right But we sure do it good, and we do it all night So if you really want to know how it feels To get off the road
so good and you give me so much Darling I love you The world can be cold Who cares as long as I have you to hold Life's full of hustle Concrete and
all When all those autumn leaves start to fall Drifting by my window They come up over the wall Why does a good thing have to do end Can't see it happen
wrote, all she wrote I said it's over with, that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote It's
made it here I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
kick a heart around And leave it in pieces on the ground Baby, it's gonna catch up with you And you'll look good in blues You're gonna look good in blues
mma do 'til it's over 'Til it's over, but it's far from over Alright, bottles on me, long as someone drink it Never drop the ball, fuck it y'all thinkin
your bedrock, girl I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock Okay, I get it, let me think, I guess it's my turn Maybe it's time to put this pussy
John jeans I hit the bar, yo, it's all on me Pop bottles, models be all on me You all gon' see how it's all gon' be Front on me an' see where you all
Sean So many cheddar niggaz comin' after my cheese Is it my car that they're losin', are we all for the choosin'? Or is it all in confusion? Better yet all
