98 lyrics for "To know know know him"
Don't go for second best baby Put your love to the test you know, you know you've got to Make him express how he feels and maybe Then you'll know your love is real Express yourself So if you want it right now, make him show you how Express what he's got,
PlayFelt like somebody lied When I saw him go down I had to hold my breath till the coast was clear Just to stop the tears Looking out the window out on the street I don't know what happened, I'm out on my feet I hear my mother calling my name I still come
PlayYoung man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Smack the shit outta him Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo' Reportin' live from the glo pad Gang in this bitch You know how we rockin , cut off stockings Kush in my pocket nigga,
PlayTo know know know him Is to love love love him Just to see that smile Makes my life worthwhile I really do Oh I'll be good to him I'll bring joy to him oh oh Everyone says there'll come a day
PlayA thick fog lies ahead The ocean's deadly calm Their ship glides on the silent waves Into the unknown He cannot turn around For him it's much too late He puts his back into the oar And rows towards his fate The ship cuts through, the milk white mist
PlayBetter go home, girl Well, me and Frank we're the best of friends And our friendship will never end But it would hurt him so for him to know That I'm in love with his girlfriend Now, the love of a girl and the love of a friend Are two things you can't
PlayToday I saw a boy And I wondered if he noticed me He took my breath away I can't get him off my mind And it scares me Cause I've never felt this way No one in this world Knows me better than you do
PlayHe wanna pop a wheelie Ride him like a Kawasaki They telling me be humble but they know I'm cocky Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I'm cocky Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi I'm sipping saki
PlayA flood (Quelea, quelea) of blood to the heart (Quelea, quelea) A flood of blood to the heart Heat shimmer Open smother Ooh, dead in the middle of the C-O-double-M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys Soon become Mandela Men Hips quiver
PlayYours is an empty hope I can let you have the world, all for you Hack me into bits and join the sea And screaming a bird of vanity Chime in the words and you will know Your time will only matter on the last bridge You have the world it's all for you Our
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