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The House Of Love Baby Teen

baby teen, oh please, baby teen I love your way Oh baby teen and how you hold the world I'm sick and shudder Oh please baby teen please baby teen I love

you get tired, I got crystal meth Suckas break themselves just to sniff your nest "I think I'm in love..." Baby doll it's on You were made for me baby

I'm that girl loving, car dubbing, rims scrubbing teen I've been bad to the bone since I stepped on the scene I've been club ready 'bout my [Incomprehensible

2Pac, "I ain't mad at'cha" So baby, beware, this game of life is like do or die It's hell on this earth, the only thing that's missin' is the fire Come on baby

my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on, ooh yeah Quit hatin' the South, baby We gettin' paper in the South, gettin' money Quit hatin' the South, baby

s so nice . . . Boy, I hope no one ever finds out I love it so much, that hot monster . . . oh, ooh . . . Don: You're really good at those dials, baby

's sold I love you baby if I'm not with you then I'm blastin foes Telepathly harrasing foes I know your little sister is four-teen but her ass can grow

'm goin' to the love-in to sit & play My bongos in the dirt. Yes, I'm goin' to the love-in to sit & play My bongos in the dirt. Hey punk, where you goin

, she's got it [? ] She was born part of the fifty's dream Tv generation, from the cradle to the teen Mr. rogers, I love lucy, and mary tyler moore Jackie