Lyrics:
Baby you look fine, I want you to be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you, you gotta be mine
Miss World, me a eyes you for a long time
It seems like
miss touching your body more than miss kicking it with you
She ask me what I'm doing I told her I'm just thuggin
She said she looking for love but baby I
I mean it
Yea
I mean it
Yea
I mean it
Yea
Heart drop when you pass my eyes
Baby I can't let you pass by
When we together I can it see it in your eyes
Santa's getting too old for this
And I'm pretty sure I'm never seeing Christmas again
So deck the halls If you miss me baby
Or I'm gonna be lonely New Years
never made the difference
When we both missed our existence
It's no wonder why you always felt alone
I miss you
Any time I fall asleep
Baby, I'll miss
not follow
Clouded Chris gettin money by the hour Cloudy C, Ven Aqui mami, you know I be Activeee
Bebe Ven Aqui come & fucc with me Pull up to the crib,
Listen while you read!
I like them mess with ladies
That can get down
Now baby if you with it
Go ahead and break it down
Uh huh, okay,
What's
rich, yeah
I'm a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands
you ain't ever gonna jack the sound (Nope)
It's too original, a science how I have it down (Yeah)
Down pat, baby
I can see right through the praise from
tell she drive a BMW
'cause her body made wrong
You can tell that rapper lame by the
Way he sound up on that song
Boyshorts and thongs
That's gon' turn
a busy week
Copy-and-pasting messages to my freaks, I miss you, let's link
Say she want Ruth Chris, bitch, McDonalds up the street (right there)
All
was a virgin
My nigga, she made me a slut, oh yeah (freeze)
She tryna fuck on that lil' nigga Chris
I said ,"Baby, just pay me a buck," oh yeah
We had it good, you know
I spent like six years makin' sure you came home to love
You had it good, you know
I stood by your side
I spent up so
these walls
Your kiss, I want it, need it
Love you, miss you, mean it, baby, yeah
The years went by
The pages got turned
But I never did forget
We ain't got to talk about his conversate
Baby by the way I touch you, you know what I'm saying
Oh, oh, oh, ridin' slow
Oh, oh, oh
I'm just
It ain't for everybody
Welcome to Hollywood, baby
Take my picture
You comin' with?
Let's not even talk about it
Let's do it
Let's go
I see
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
public, thinking nothing of it
Roses by the dozen, talking on the phone
Baby, you so sexy, your voice is so lovely
I love your complexion, I miss ya, I miss
real; aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord, please
It’s not wise to come after I,
End up JK, wave your career goodbye,
Watch the man that stand by your side,
Cause some of them are just parasites,
If
try to focus and rhyme ya know
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Young Chris]
I'm peaches that's where you can reach us
Cook out every other til' they took
Tell me baby where you been I ain't been around
Ain't seen you in a minute actin different now
Do you miss back when I used to hold it down
Know you
We Should Whisper Tell Em
Baby you know that I miss you
I wanna get with you tonight but I cannot baby girl
And that's the issue
Girl you know I
To the fullest, Chris Stokes
We outta here baby, yeah, this is history boy...
Ya girl Lil Kim you can call me Miss Brooklyn
And it's on, and it's on
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