20 lyrics for "But the-, bro, she a ho-ho"

She's a cool drink of water She might be the devil's daughter But she's a cool drink of water And I should run yes, I probably oughta I bought my girl a diamond, it was our engagement ring She took it to a pawn shop, like it didn't mean a thing She went
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I'm falling to pieces You loved me and I froze in time Hungry for that flesh of mine But I can't compete with the she wolf who has brought me to my knees What do you see in those yellow eyes? 'Cause I'm falling to pieces Falling to pieces I'm falling to
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Until the night Life is short, but this time it was bigger She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette She broke his heart, he spent his whole life tryin' to forget We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time But he never could
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We're broke as a bottle of wine She'd say, "Hey man, nice to meet you," 'Cause if we don't find money We got some rich love Then what we got honey lifts it up Ooh, broke as a bottle of wine She'd say, "Hey man," Ooh, but drink with you all damn night But
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How could she be so cool How could it be she might be mine It's a story of a man Who works as hard as he can Just to be a man who stands on his own But the book always burns As the story takes it turn An leaves a broken man How could she be so fine
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She had it all figured out But she left me with a broken heart F***ed around and turned me down Cause she didn't think I could play the part But now the prom queen the prom queen See you never know how How everything could turn around Never forget the
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I was a boat trapped in a bottle Dying for water, you were the ocean I was a compass, I couldn't find heaven I didn't know how, but I was broken I was a castaway with no end I drew a broken heart in the sand And you were the wave, the wave, the wave That
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But you are not alone in this And you are not alone in this As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand Hold your hand Cold is the water It freezes your already cold mind Already cold, cold mind And death is at your doorstep And it will steal your
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But all the ho shit still so smelly Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with
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