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Konvict Akon and Whitney, yeah (Oh yeah) Did you ever wish you could get back Something that you did in your past? If it wasn't for me I know what we

{Hi, open the door Hi, open the door It's alright} Another day and I'm spending time alone I called your place but there is no one home I've been layin

All I can do is sit alone In my room, baby thinking about you How could this be That you are not here with me When I gave you the best of me I face each

'm comin? for you, credit card to the savings Tie your wife up in the basement, hundred thou' where you lay Plus I, get to da money like casinos A young, Robert DeNiro, six K

How deep the Father's love for us How vast beyond all measure That He should give His only Son To make a wretch His treasure How great the pain of searing

You're gonna quit me, baby Good as I been to you, Lord, Lord Good as I been to you, Lord, Lord Good as I been to you Give you my money, honey Buy you

Blackjack Davey come a-ridin' on back A whistlin' loud and merry Made the woods around him ring And he charmed the heart of a lady Charmed the heart of

Frankie was a good girl Everybody knows Paid one hundred dollars For Albert's new suit of clothes He was her man that done her wrong Albert said, "I'

Oh, where is little Maggie ? Over yonder she stands Rifle on her shoulder Six-shooter in her hand How can I ever stand it Just to see them two blue eyes