16 lyrics for "'Cause he'll get you"

We stand together So take take take all your memories 'Cause I don't want 'em and I don't need 'em As the seconds turn into days We will never be the same So stay stay stay the hell away from me The truth is I'm moving on Stay stay stay the hell away
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Baby can you move it round the rhythm (They call it lonely digging) So we can get with 'em To the ground and get us a rock and roll round Just a downtown body body coming with a super-hottie Let's go, yes, no, hell no 'Cause you know we're living in the
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Full of things to look back on Don't forget the little moments They're the ones that mean the most When the way home seems so far away Take 'em out and hold them close And take a picture with your father 'Cause one day he'll be gone And don't forget to
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That's the thing about a hurricane She's all lightning and wind and rain Get too close and you're swept away Better hold on till it breaks 'Cause it's a hell of a ride if you can just survive the pain But that's the thing about a hurricane I knew when
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Well honey here comes a lullaby Your very own lullaby With a lullaby And turn this up on the radio If you can hear me now I'm reachin' out to let you know That you're not alone And you can't tell, I'm scared as hell 'Cause I can't get you on the telephone
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Boss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollas You say that you a baller And I see you tryna holla But that ain't how I was brought up Working for my money 'Cause that's what my momma taught me So yo ass betta show me some respect
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Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can
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'Cause someday he may get smart Well, I hate to remember Yes, be careful with a fool Well, be careful with a fool Well, he'll treat you so cold and chilly Till it will hurt you to your heart What a fool I used to be How foolish I used to be Well, you
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Cuzz here comes Tecca Nina I be bustin (bustin) parents be fussin and cussin Cause all I talk about is silicone and muffins (muffins) So if you didn't come to hear some strips clubs hits Then get the hell on cause I'm gettin my mail on; I'm hustlin I'm
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