can't be stopped no flight delay Gotta a crew of bad bitches Call em the nice girls Yo bitches look scary But she ain't no spice girl It's 9am when you
Like clinger and radar With the swing of the AR Motherfucker [Fabolous:] I mean I think most of the hos know me This shit ain't hard to tell For the girls
fly We got the power to make it come true The most exciting news We'll be together till the end of time And when you smile, red rose, it's just like
power to make it come true -- the most exciting news We'll be together till the end of time And when you S.M.I.L.E., Red Rose, it's just like Blue Sunshine
.-esses, A looney who teaches voice, [Girls:] Ah, ha, ha, ha-- [All:] Henry Street has something it ain't had so far: The greatest, most glamorous, genuine
my safe My crew is who I'd be widdy-be-wid-it Rose I sippity-sip-it I'm Quagmire I fuck hoes My cashflow I giggy-d-gig-it Boy, I'm cock-a-mania The most
story told, she was a little girl In a red-rouge, sun-bruised field And there were rows of ripe tomatoes Where a secret was concealed And it rose like
I'm no Barbie doll I'm not your baby girl I've done ugly things And I have made mistakes And I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines I am rotten
smile You must've saw somethin you liked when you was skimming through my profile You caught me at the most pivotal moments And now I'm emailing my love a dozen digital roses
Must've Saw Somethin You Liked When You Was Skimming Through My Profile You Caught Me At The Most Pivotal Moments And Now I'm Emailing My Love A Dozen Digital Roses
The tiny tree our host had fixed sweetened familiar psalms But the most sacred of Christmas prayers was shattered by the bombs So back into the shelter where two lovely women rose
Answering machine: Tuesday, 7:56 P.M. Girl: What's up, Jermaine? I miss you. JD: Mmm Girl: Do me a favor. Tell your friends you're not going out tonight
On the first day of May I took to the road I'd been staring out the window most of the morning I'd watched the rain claw at the glass And a vicious wind
He puts his hand down into his pocket Pulls out a rose and hands it to his girl She says, hey man (what you doin') (what you sayin') <a href="http://
my bitch ride better then most rappers, here's a Rose' toast to those rappers, I don't smoke no tobaccos but I smoke the most rappers, I got big tips
just look at her hair Strawberry blonde with curls She gets hair done then she gossips With the younger waitress girls at the bar The old Irish rose
Rose lived on the south side of town Until her landlord showed up with two hundred dollar bills A notice of eviction on the other hand Now she don't
buck a woman and you feel so close? That you can't do without 'er, think bout 'er de most Family and friend dem nuh stop from oppose Its like watering a rose