100 lyrics for "And she don't, she don't, she don't"

Somebody, somebody will give me water I'm a dying man won't you give me water My baby took my love and left me on a desert I feel the taste of salt and I gotta have air to breathe That girl she stole my heart and left me in misery Why don't you give me
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She said spread your wings my little butterfly And we don't let nobody bring us down No matter what you say it won't hurt me Don't matter if I fall from the sky These wings are made to fly Don't let what they say keep you up at night Your words don't
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Lo que tú digas me resbala Call my phone and don't answer Call, call my phone and don't answer Y llámalo como tú quieras Yo solo vivo a mi manera Y llámame como tú quieras Call for my private dancer (yeah) And she latino (tino) Yo solo vivo a mi manera
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Ay can’t stop getting paper Ay can’t stop rollin' papers Ay LSD and coca Ay live la vida loca Aye she gon' feed me grapes Ay we don’t go on dates Ay got a man at home but she love the way I taste Back shot back shot back shot back shot right behind the
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No time for wasting away I never bite off more than I could chew We're breaking up the city But then she came and bit me But then she bit my leg She said don't want to work I want to play and live my life like it was Sunday The only problem is that
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You know that I care What happens to you And I know that you care So I don't feel alone Or the weight of the stone Now that I've found somewhere safe To bury my bone And any fool knows a dog needs a home A shelter from pigs on the wing
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My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The
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Before I dive right into you I could fall, or I could fly Here in your aeroplane And I could live, I could die Hanging on the words you say And I’ve been known to give my all So don’t call me baby Unless you mean it If you don’t believe it
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Mean concrete got you walkin' to a place you know You gon' meet your maker when he hands you dough Late-night creature go a-walkin' with her Head hung low All her features are a talkin' But-a she don't know She don't know High heels clingin' on a
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