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King B B B King In London

Now, now, my darling, can I have a little talk with you? Oh, now, now, now, now, darling, can I have a little talk with you? You know I don?t think it

Get it while it's hot I've been all over Europe And across the sea With each new place It gets clearer to me Week after week On tour with my band You

dick em out Throw somethin down whenever my dick's out They know me so they restructure and reroute They know me from Washington to down south All the way to London

find us in Texas Never gon leave, cause we love Texas Everything big, up in Texas By the way we walk, you could tell we from Texas [Bun B] It's Big Bun king

solitified Jim Jones, Rider of Riders, Santana, Human crack in the flesh My nigga Hell Rell is home, I jus' brought my niggaz S.A.S over from London 40

Looking tired, just got back from a party And the Queen leaned out and she said, ?Aren't you B.B. King?? She said, ?Oh B.B., sometimes it's so hard to

thing and showing off their cars I guess I'm neck deep in it and starting to drown Along the wannabes in swinging London town Swinging London town Swinging London town Swinging London

solitified Jim Jones, Rider of Riders, Santana, Human crack in the flesh My nigga Hell Rell is home, I jus' brought my niggaz S.A.S over from London 40

but with the whipped cream (MIA, yo, London, yeh, a pound) It's all for show, so come when I call Ride with an underground king Bun B bumpin' in that