94 lyrics for "You lot! What"
God only knows What Brian Wilson meant Pick out your clothes With some real intent You don't seem to care That I've been waiting here Pulling out my hair For you to come
PlayDon't try to tell me it ain't what it is There's a cold feelin' Runnin' up and down my spine It seems to say we're just wastin' time It's like a bad movie One I wish I'd never seen The plot gets old Do you know what I mean?
PlayI know, I know I’m rootin' for my baby In a minute it’ll be over and gone Gone gone gone gone That you go through a lot See I know, I know ‘Cause you still know what you got
PlayWhite crime Yeah, we ‘bout that Do a lot of dirt, never doubt that Lot of rap twerps, love to shout crap Love to make their mouth flat When it come to burd, no, we spout facts You 'gon learn what i’m 'bout, breh Lot of rappers talking that shit, not
PlayAll or nothing If you go all in, you got a lot to lose, my friend If you say "all in", you don't get to choose again You know what you're doing, but the clock is ticking Give it your best and then you're onto something And keeps on getting closer, closer
PlayWhat you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And
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