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Woo!
For the love of money People would lie to their mother For the love of money People would steal from their own brother For the love of money People can't even walk the streets They never know who in the world they're gonna meet For that mean Mean green Oh mighty dollar yeah Money, money, money, money Some people got to have it, yeah Some people really need it Talkin' y'all do things, do things, do things, bad things with it Money, money, money, money Ooh, you gotta do things, do things, do things, do things good things with it Money, money, money, money For that mean Mean green Oh mighty dollar Ow! Oh baby girl Cash, money Anytime Oh! Whoa yeah! Whoa whoa yeah! Don't you know my name? The root of all evil Do funny, funny things to ya Give me a nickel Brother, can you spare a dime? If you think you're children know it Out of your mind LIsten up I say For the love of money Don't let money fool ya Don't you let, don't you let, don't you let the money fool ya For the love of money Ow! Don't let money fool ya Don't, don't, BulletBoys say For the love of money Don't let money fool ya Ooh don't lie to your mother For the love of money Don't let money fool ya All I got left to say, let freshen money no more For the love of money Ooh yeah yeah Don't let money fool ya For the love of money Don't let money fool ya |
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My kind of baby
She likes to sweat And she likes it real hard She likes it real wet I dig the way you touch me You get me up like a shot I dig the way you d-d-d-d-do me You give me everything you've got Hard as a rock Hard as a rock You get me baby hard as a rock Hard as a rock Hard as a rock Ooh baby hard as a rock, yeah My baby's got rhythm Never misses a beat Give me the g-string shivers She's always in heat I dig the way you smack me The way you lick your lips I dig the way you d-d-d-d-do me Do me with your fingertip-tip-tip-tips Hard as a rock Hard as a rock You get me baby hard as a rock Hard as a rock Hard as a rock Ooh baby hard as a rock, yeah Hard as a rock Hard as a rock Ooh, you get me baby hard as a rock Hard as a rock Hard as a rock You get me baby, baby Hard as a rock Hard as a rock Ooh, you get me baby, baby put my lady Hard as a rock Hard as a rock Whoa you get me So hard As a rock, yeah yeah |
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Sexy momma
Ooh What up! Ow! Hahahaha! His mommy used to say everytime you're alone Close your eyes and make a wish on a star Someone must've heard him cuz his daddy came home And bought his little Joe a Gibson guitar The king of the blues is gonna scare a leathery song And everybody's talking about the debt they owe to Joe About the debt they owe to Joe Steaming up the lips and Joey had licks Together they would blow you away To drink at the bowl and right out of control Put the bad act in the saddle today Now everybody's shootin' for the same bad star But they can't gain an inch, it's called the debt they owe to Joe About the debt they owe to Joe Lord g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-go! Joe, Joe Joe Everybody's shootin' for the same bad star But they can't gain an inch, it's called the debt they owe Debt they owe to Joe Owe to Joe Yeah hohoho! About the debt they owe to Joe Go go go, they got a debt they owe Got a debt they owe to Joe You gotta pay it P-p-p-p-pay it, baby |
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Ooh lordy
That's right You got it, y'all Me and the men watchin' late night tv Saw a scary man came on to me And said hey man And take my hand Looky here I said no, no, no mister please You can't bring a bad boy to his knees Got a subtle way to save it out of charm Shoot the preacher down Just when I thought that he was dead Got right back on his feet and this is what he said Black is bad, white is right White by day is black by night Shoot the preacher down Shoot the preacher down Ooh such is Heaven, such is Hell Ain't no vacant lot to buy you some sin Save our souls for judgement day Cash your chips, you're on your way Shoot the preacher down Shoot the preacher down Shoot the preacher down Shoot the preacher down Oh yes indeed a little negotion Just touch the boobtube and y'all will be healed Take my hand And I'll lead you to the promised land Oh! Shoot the preacher down Shoot the preacher down Shoot the preacher down Shoot the preacher down Ow! Shoot! Shoot! Yeah hahahaha! Shoot the preacher down Oh Oh Shoot the preacher down |
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Mom
Whoa I know you really want to move me You know I like to see you try I've said it before and I'll say it again You're not not trapped if you don't let me in Looks like you're the hard kind I ain't got that kind of time Oh I send shivers Smooth up in ya Smooth up in ya (In ya) You say I'm never gonna break ya But we won't know until we try So now's the time to make up your mind I'll never ever be the one woman kind Don't let your lovin' go to waste All it takes is just one date Oh I send shivers Smooth up in ya Smooth up in ya (Smooth up in ya) Smooth up in ya (I wanna go, I wanna go) Smooth up in ya (Right now, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) Oh oh oh I wanna go I wanna I wanna go Oh yeah yeah yeah, don't let your lovin' go to waste Oh honey child, I'm gonna give you a taste Whoa I send shivers Smooth up in ya Smooth up in ya (Smooth up in ya) Smooth up in ya Smooth up in ya (Said it before and I'll say it again) Smooth up in ya (Whoa) Smooth up in ya (Whoa I really wanna go) Smooth up in ya Smooth up in ya (I really wanna go) Smooth up in ya Smooth up in ya (Yeah, yeah) Smooth up in ya Smooth up in ya |
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