31 lyrics for "(Neighbors)"

Making love till you scream, I wanna wake everybody While we're making children, I wanna wake everybody And I mean every, every, every And the more I lay with you I'm not concerned about what neighborsneighbors gon' do And I don't care if they leave this room
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I guess the neighborsneighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope Just some shit to get from back and forth Okay, the neighborsneighbors think I'm sellin' dope The neighborsneighbors think I'm, neighborsneighbors think I'm I think the neighborsneighbors
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I can't stop thinking 'bout you I can't get high, I can't get by, I can't get through (I want you all) 3 A.M. and my neighborsneighbors hate me Music blasting, shaking these walls This time Mary Jane won't save me I've been working later, I've been drinking
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I can't stop thinking 'bout you I can't get high, I can't get by, I can't get through I want you all 3 A.M. and my neighborsneighbors hate me Music blasting, shaking these walls This time Mary Jane won't save me I've been working later, I've been drinking
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We're all in, we're all in love, yeah 'Cause after the afterparty, we're gonna keep it goin' We're gonna rip it up, the neighborsneighbors might complain Monday to Sunday doing it our way RiRi on replay, cheers to the weekday Uh huh, hey, uh huh, Monday to
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I put more rings in my fingers Walk in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighborsneighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck I got her white like a Topanga I got that white like Topanga My dick
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Take the box Put it in the box, put it in the box The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas Frank's in there and I don't care Your neighborsneighbors were screaming I don't have a key for downstairs So I punched all the buzzers hoping he would be there And
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People will say we're in love! People will say we're in love. Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours? Why do the neighborsneighbors chatter all day, behind their doors? I know a way to prove what they say is quite untrue. Here is the gist, a
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Hey, here's to you California Beautiful haze of suburbia Living in the perfect weather Spending time inside together Na, na na, na na, na na, na na (woah-ohh) Beige little boxes in a row NeighborsNeighbors and friends that you don't know Here's a form, go wait in
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House with a lake, no neighborsneighbors and links on my wrist, no bailiff (Ayy) I see you fuckin' with me, I'm catchin' on Ain't tryna see the police 'cause I be runnin' I'm from Golden Acres, but now I'm sittin' on acres, ayy I don't want no relations, you know
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