Lyrics

Your little fish got wet His money went to his dead And his ass just dropped dead of exposure Oh, if there's anybody anywhere Ever should have been a millionaire Just for the fact that you die out there it's him I should have told ya That the things that you love start you own ya Just disagree I should have told ya That the woman that you bop won't blow ya She just blows me She's out there wealthy tripping wearing white Sending out those play me eyes Stinking rich and stinking lies Has no friends just alibis I shoulda told ya That the things that you love start to own ya Just disagree I shoulda told ya (told ya, told ya, told ya) That the woman that you bop won't blow ya At least not for free (at least not for free, at least not for free, at least not for free...) Got to be your best friend undressed Got to have your money chest Lock him up in the house at best You just arrived there'll be no mess He got what he wants so fuck the rest I shoulda told ya That the things that you love start to own ya Go on and disagree I shoulda told ya That the woman that you bop won't blow ya She just blows me I shold have told ya That the things that you love start to own ya Just disagree I shoulda told ya (told ya, told ya, told ya) That the woman that you bop won't blow ya At least not for free
Writer(s): Mark Philip Day, Shaun Ryder, Gary Kenneth Whelan, Paul Anthony Ryder, Paul Richard Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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