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Booty Wurk (One Cheek at a Time) (DJ Cover This) · Cheek to Cheek: Sophisticated Songs for Jazzy Parents (Blair Casdin) · Cheek to Cheek [Excalibur] (Ella Fitzgerald) · Cheek to Cheek (Pete Fountain) · Cheek to Cheek [Deluxe Version] (Lady Gaga) · Cheek to Cheek: Jukebox Memories (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cheek to Cheek (Beegie Adair) · Cheek to Cheek (Lady Gaga) · Cheek to Cheek (Ella Fitzgerald) · Dancing Cheek to Cheek (Pierre Dørge) – and 90 other albums »
Spank my booty, come on and spank my booty Spank my booty, spank my booty real good When I was a kid I was a lazy child Always skipping school,
romance) Heartbreak suzie don't you waste my time (she have me in a fantasy island) Come booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
cheek, make that (Booty Wurk) (work) Shawty I ain't playin with you! (you!) And then you go dutty wind, dutty wind, all dem go berserk You know exactly
time to leave here and go fuck You do it so right I could never say it's wrong I like the way you act when they play your favorite song You scream out
silhouette and trouble starts Standing by the window with pain in my heart Oh, oh, oh, kiss of fire Oh, oh, oh, kiss of fire I feel teardrops on my
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks You sang me a song as pure as the breeze
prepared to G Well they say that birds do it, bees do it. [do it] Time to freak, Money be gets to it, Not a heavyweight, but I go twelve rounds, With a jab
wants the prize, honey heh heh heh I know these hookers down on forty-second street, but Ill-gotten booty's not my style I'll take a rain check 'til
on sheets of satin That's what time it is, you know what's happenin' She had a big ole booty, I was doin' my duty I mean, yo, I admit that my girl's
bodybag You wastin my time, I could be blowin your mind Or better yet you could be suckin or I'll fuck you from behind It really don't matter because I
lookin' like you shouldn't do that shit in public, I can tell from right now what I see you workin' with, You ain't even gotta ask for the blunt, Booty
you tell me how you do it? How can you block out the pain? Let it pass right by, Learn how to accept, Turn the other cheek, I never quite learned
Ones everywhere, but what's a dollar to a pound? Oh, bass turn up every time you turn around I swear you must've been practicing when you're by
loved more than me And you told me I'd forget you by and by But you lied to me, yes you lied to me You said time would close the wound that bled
had her walkin' on the moon Yo, I seen you at the five and dime wastin' your time Oh you shine, I'm lookin' at your ass from behind You walked by
zoomed into it; I spreaded that booty so wide I can tell that shit was ready by the look in her ass When I was kissin' on her, and she was suckin' on me
Ah, ah, they made Droppa get sexy Just when you thought it couldn't happen it did But I ain't gonna do it by myself I brought my guy with me, Mr.
for me And she'll never complain She keeps hiding the pain But I know all the while She's not feeling too well 'Cause I put her through hell
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on your cheeks You sang me a song as pure as the breeze
your booty I'm lovin' it, I'm lovin' it I'm lovin' it I'm lovin' it By the way what's your sign I bet it is compatible with mine Probably long
These ugly times will spring anew A life where none are threatened By evil minds that run askew Lust! Greed! Fear will leave no room for Pain! Tears!
man came by With a beard on his cheek And a gleam in his eye. And before she had time To remember her brick... They were holding a sit-down
a buck Who gives a fuck I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine I gotta see what's going on But by the time I reach the hospital They tell me Mr. Cheeks
be buggin, who the worst who the baddest At this, you know I come to wreck My man S.E.X., what? [Mr. Cheeks] Shorty got a nigga back up against
He hung on the windswept world tree Whose roots no one knows For nine whole days he hung there pierced By Gugnir, his spear Swimming in pain he