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Sally attend sa memoire, Le parfum des jours heureux, Et quelques notes de guitare, Une melodie, peut-etre deux. Et c?est par hasard, Un bout de papier

little chick, spend a little, if she's hot When you in the guts, be sure to hit the g-spot From the back or the front, or the side, let's pop [Dog]

Yeh-yeh-yeh-yeah It's my life, my life, word to Mary Niggas can't fuck with me, Virgin Mary Go ahead make my day, dirty Harry Weezy, fuck the world, pop

Too Short called, told me ?I fell in love with her? seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers and some lesbians that never loved n-ggas twisted love story True Romance Mary

scale, Libra Hail Mary niggas, no Mother Teresa aight, Ia??m forever on my grind (grind) cuz you can freeze the watch but you can never freeze the time (no) you pop

working girls who buy the purses and they own shoes Sophisticated ladies went to school and graduated Who don't be drinkin' everyday, but since they celebratin' Hey, pop

is glorious in the sack Hit skins from the back Put my thumb up in the ass crack Brooklyn freaky n-gga with the most stuff I'm Jesus pops, Mary just

narration describes The lives of lost tribes in the ghetto tryin' to survive The feature opens with this young black child, fingers scratched Cigarette burns on the sofa, turnin' the TV down While Mary