never land Peter Pan you's a middle man yea Yo Gotti got the money and the power You part time snitch and you a full-time coward [Chorus]
over Monster bangels, bojangles got the forty cocked from all angles Fuck a rope nigga, my gold chain'll hang you Danish darts, language arts, slanger banger you Punk motherfucka... [Chorus
(Chorus)6x Where them boys at? (Where they at) Where them girls at? (There they go) (Master P) Call bugs on the phone Whodi meet me by the dome Daffy
Michael Peter Smith - Bird Avenue Publishing - ASCAP In the lamplight burning low AND Dimly through enchanted woods She rocks beside the fire that
' birds (jane, jane) One for to whistle (jane, jane), one for to sing (jane, jane) One for to do (jane, jane) most any little thing (jane, jane) Chorus
you. On my way to da Nolia, Bout to roll on dem souljas. and then its mississippi, then its Alabama. I-20 Atlanta. Pimp this bird wit bout 15 birds.
packin peters that are measured in milimeters. we don't talk in the theaters like we're siskel and ebert. we drink box wine and we listen to weezer. chorus
t say the Holy Father gave her the bird But papal decorations, never a hope (Aide #1:) She still looked the part at St. Peter's, caught the eye (chorus
When my blood runs warm with the warm red wine, I missed the life that I left behind. And when I hear the sound of the black bird's cry, I know I left
t say the Holy Father gave her the bird But papal decorations, never a hope [Aide #1:] She still looked the part at St. Peter's, caught the eye [chorus
my superpowers You fuckin' cowards That Peter Parker shit'll get yo ass laid out Pull Shaq's Escalade out Motherfucker it's [Chorus] Superman It's a bird
Music & Lyrics: Bob Morrison & Johnny McRae Vocal: Maxwell Caulfield, Michelle Pfeiffer, Adrian Zmed, Lorna Luft, Peter Frechette, Maureen Teefy, and
t say the holy father gave her the bird But papal decorations, never a hope (aide #1:) She still looked the part at st. peter's, caught the eye (chorus
Got da gun Gotta run wen I hear dat bird call (birrr) Dang Hop in dat thang and merk off swerve off U kno me, dey call me Birdman Jr. Ne body murderer Birdman
I missed you. - I missed you too. I waited a long time for this. - So why you ain't come see me, no commisary or nuttin. I ain't wanna see my bird in
