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N A S A Gifted

verse only add to the freshness Call to the club, tell 'em add to the guest list What you think? Way more bitches Y'all mutha fuckas know who this is I'm gifted

[Romeo: talking] Ay Chip you a fool for this one man [Hook: Gangsta, (T-Bo)] I need a Stallione I need a Stallione I need a Country fide Chick who keep

can see right through yeah Yeah who's on who at the end of the race What's right? What's wrong? What's left? What the hell is going on? Oh let's sing

and fame Just a step away from the edge of the fall Caught between heaven and hell Where's the girl I knew a year ago Win big, mama's fallen angel Lose

Late at night I close my eyes And think of how things could have been And when I look back I remember some words you had said to me It's better to have

Yeah, sin after sin I'm late for work on Monday And my boss is bitchin' Can't get out of bed 'Cause my head's still spinnin' My hair's in a rat's

life is such a crime Lord, then put me away, yeah, here's to you Guitar Don't need nothin', but a good time How can I resist Ain't lookin' for nothin', but a

nights the rain wouldn't end Here's to withered eyes wearing gypsy smiles And the day he listens Here's to lovely ladies and a million miles And the

's home So I can hear her When she says those words to me And whisper so softly I gotta hear her 'Cause baby we'll be At the drive-in In the old man's