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I gotta couple problems But who don't? 123... All I ever needed was a pair of shoes A dollar in my pocket And a parachute Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find you All I ever needed was a pair of shoes A dollar in my pocket And a parachute Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find you Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find you Ima simple man With a dangerous mind I take my time Sex and wine Im one of a kind Aint no f**king wit mine My baby got me wishin that the sun would shine Everybody wanna fall in love some day Wit a six foot super model running down the runway Letras de cancionesI found mine, Walking in the park On a Sunday night We gunna get together cuz it feels so right Feels so right sleepin in my bed tonight Its been a hard days work I bet your soul hurts Yes-sir No-sir Find the folders Pile the boulders On top of your shoulders I wanna get high and hold ya Be good like I told ya I would You know its all good Lets take it easy like, 123... All I ever needed was a pair of shoes A dollar in my pocket And a parachute Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find you 123... All I ever needed was a pair of shoes A dollar in my pocket And a parachute Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find you Love is a drug Sex is obliged She was sexin all over me Like what? She said she like it slow So I sped it up To switch it up When I hit it up The sweat was drippin Her dog was trippin While the Chihuahua was barkin and bitchin Scratchin and itchin Bathroom and kitchen Im a specialist In all positions Exceptional Pussy professional In love with your body Like a vegan loves vegetables Eatable underwear Taste like strawberries under there Come to papa bear, mama bear I gotta couple problems But who don't? Now don't try to tell me that you don't But we can work em out together Its easy like 123... All I ever needed was a pair of shoes A dollar in my pocket And a parachute Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find you 123... All I ever needed was a pair of shoes A dollar in my pocket And a parachute Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find you 123... Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find you I was born on the beach Got sand in my fro Hands in my pockets Aint got no dou But I got soul Ask james brown He gave me the crown when he left town I'm the sex machine Babies, text message me Takin my paper like im a god dam fax machine I gotta couple problems But who don't? Now don't try and tell me that you don't But we can work em out together Its easy like 123... All I ever needed was a pair of shoes A dollar in my pocket And a parachute Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find you 123... All I ever needed was a pair of shoes A dollar in my pocket And a parachute Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find you 123... Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky Air-o-plane that I can take to the sky to find you (Thanks to Ebony for these lyrics) From Letras Mania