16 lyrics for "Poke it out"

Stays in Mexico, One more is never enough His name was Steve, Her name was Gina, (Spoken) You've never been here before have you? They met at a bar called Caboapo Cantina, He was a salesman from South Dakota,
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I wear it like a tattoo Hungry for life And thirsty for the distant river He told me sweet lies of sweet loves Heavy with the burden of the truth And he spoke of his dreams Broken by the burden Broken by the burden of his youth Fourteen years he said
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And I would turn on the TV But it's so embarrassing To see all the other people I don't know what they mean And it was magic at first But now this world is gonna hurt Turn it around When they spoke without sound You better turn that thing down
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I feel it coming out my throat Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap Now I gotta wash my mouth out with soap God, I wish I never spoke God, I wish I'd never spoke I'm tired of being careful, gentle, trying to keep the water warm Let me under your
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Poke it out (poke it out, poke it out, poke it out) Bad bitch, poke it out, poke it out, poke it out (bitch) Fat ass, poke it out, poke it out, poke it out New watch, ice watch, check it out, check it out New Glock, my Glock, poke it out, poke it out Air
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It feels like I'm finally free There's nothing else I need That nothing's out of reach When you're with me Then you spoke your truth with no secrets Told me, "use your heart while it's beating" When you're right here beside me Feels like I'm finally free
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She only gets that way with me When I am all she needs She ain't shy She's outspoken boy She always speaks her mind Except those quiet little moments And I hold her tenderly She don't cry Some how she seems to keep it all inside
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I don't stress out, nigga Poke my chest out, nigga Weight on my shoulder, bring the best out, nigga Get it right or you get left out, nigga Look, playin' Pac in my cassette loud, nigga I remember feelin' like a stepchild, nigga I would hate to see my
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Believe me Baby now I love you the best When I by myself I poke out me chest Over lovin', lovin lovin, can't stop loving you The Calypsonians were all gathered together, singing such a mournful tune I don't know if it was in the summer time could be the
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