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D Brown She S Over

it's over You said it's over But I'm not really over you So all I can do, oh Is try to get over you, oh If I'm over you, so over you, so over Then why

d but he’s not home Drop another quarter into the phone Call busta rhymes, what’s up my man? (having a party, understand? ) Where’s dinco d, you know, the d? (here’s

your boss is a jerk I sweat floors and drive to get mine My amigos with dinco d, milo and busta rhymes Wreck top kickbox galooine brown who’s the clown

casanova come dance while you think it over we made our way over to the dance floor gotta groove on dancing yeah real hard core from the front to the back that's

her And she accidentally slip and fall on my d-ck Ooops, I said on my d-ck I aint really mean to say on my d-ck But since we talking about my d-ck

, brown pills, you can name me anything There was nothin we wernt slingin Look at me now I'm singin At my little sons grinnin Mums gotta skits out, when she

saw that sexy face come towards me with a little cheeky smile if she was a phone I'd pick her up and dial the fire brigade or zero zero zero she

a girl is with one Boys then she's in control Yo, pull your girl off the dance floor Whisper in her ear Must've said somethin' 'bout me 'Cuz now she's lookin over

beef, it's just a beatdown (UH UH AHH!) Too late to try to be down Brother your best bet, is to cover your eyes, like Dee Brown (Cause it's a bum bum