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(N. Wolfe & F. Forest). . I want a gown of diamonds. Long gloves and sweet perfumes. Hats made of silks and satins. Sequins and ostrich plumes. I want to wear mascara. Polish my nails real
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It takes cheerful resignation. Heart and humility. That's all it takes Cheerful person told me. Nobody's harder on me than me. How could they be. And nobody's harder on you than you Betsy's blue
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, hanging on the best I can. If you see her sister Lucy, say I'm sorry I'm not there. Tell her other sister Betsy to pray the sinner's prayer. I got a restless fever burnin' in my brain. Got to keep right
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magnifying glass like Sherlock Holmes. Followed some clues from my detective bag. And discovered they was red stripes on the American flag. Did you know about Betsy Ross Well, I was sittin' home alone and I
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I'm hanging around that same old scene. My girlfriend Betsy, she's just fourteen. There's nothing better for me to do. I'm living on dog food. So what? Dog food is so good for you. It makes you
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Song You Got To Me - The Wolfe Brothers. Everywhere I’ve been’s a dead end road. Like an old love story that I’ve never know. But you got to me. You got to me. I was never alone. But always alone. No
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' sexy with Betsy, gettin' ready for Betty. I hit the hooker heavy I hit the hooker heavy. Ready to, ready to, ready to, ready to Use a finger to when them real niggas comes to spread 'em. Hittin' other
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Look'a here. This how we gon' do this. Hook up the turntables. Wolfe, get on the keyboard. And we gon' run it, ya heard Cash money. Cash money. Cash money. Cash money Now let me slide in the
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Mannie fresh Talking (Lil' Wayne). Look'a here. (Umm-hmm. ). This how we gon' do this. Hook up the turntables,. Wolfe, get on the keyboard. And we gon' run it, ya heard. . Mannie, baby
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Song You Got To Me - The Wolfe Brothers. Everywhere I’ve been’s a dead end road. Like an old love story that I’ve never know. But you got to me. You got to me. I was never alone. But always alone. No
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, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse Jewish tats arm on my arm like a Semitic boss. Egyptian art hanging, uh, that's my Kemetic cross. Slaughterhouse set it off. Even got bitches wavin' our flag, Betsy
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. Got the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox. For tier means creator, the poetry relator. It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss "Oh my God!"