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Lester Young - That's All
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INTERPRÉTATION
Lester Young
Lester Young
Saxophone ténor
Harry Edison
Harry Edison
Interprète
Herb Ellis
Herb Ellis
Guitare
Ray Brown
Ray Brown
Contrebasse
Buddy Rich
Buddy Rich
Batterie
Oscar Peterson
Oscar Peterson
Piano
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Alan Brandt
Alan Brandt
Paroles
Bob Haymes
Bob Haymes
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Norman Granz
Norman Granz
Production

Paroles

I got me a K in this place Baby, don't play in this place You can call me ace in this place Ten thousand dollar vase in his face Bring them racks out the safe Go to church like Mase Put a mask on my face Beat the case and buy a case and he dead Fuck a nigga bitch, that's all Grabbin' on my dick, that's all Stuntin' with my bitch, that's all Standin' with my clique, that's all My cup gotta be muddy, that's all She tell me that she love me, that's all I wanna clean it with Lysol (fresh) She fuckin' all my buddies, that's all She fuckin' all my buddies I might love fuckin' it, but I say can I love it? I might catch a nigga, bitch and fuck her right I crush her Bitch, I am a monster, I know I am a lil' ugly I might pull up with all of my jewelry on my bus Got a unique body, my clothes, get 'em from Russia I might pull up and pimp that bitch just like a sucka [?] I fuck unless I got my mustard, ketchup, nigga Nigga loaded pimpin' pill tight, game right I might eat it, I might beat it like Mike Ikes Treat that pussy Tempurpedic, and call it a night She compliment on my fly, and I ain't talking no flight And therefore I love her She make a nigga shine without using butter My partner in crime, she won't tell like her mother We don't want no one other, we got one another She know I got her weed and each other She know I'ma grip her V when I fuck her She know I'ma go overseas like a Blood Hey baby my name Jeff and Mud I won't hit that girl, no guacamole I can see straight through you like a bullet Shawty want my closet like a hood Fuck all of my feelings, no good Bitch I am a tiger, no wood I done see more hoes than Tiger Woods When she with me she just do it [?] don't do it She remember me She remember everything about me She remember me She remember, she remember everything She remember me She remember me She do it, she do, she do She remember I'm a young nigga Every time she sees those raps she want a song, nigga She know I'm in her mouth just like some gum, nigga I might give her my all, then some, nigga I strap my fingers and then check my palms, nigga My girl gon' relax, and dressed in Toms, nigga I got Lil' Bobby say [?] my tongue, nigga You know my cup is pink, like bubblegum, nigga Pink, pussy wetter than a sink Out here on my knees If I can't have you can see That means I couldn't be Baby, I can't see, curiosity In love with the opposite of me Do you dig?
Writer(s): Robin Spielberg, Alan Brandt, Bob Haymes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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