Lyrics:
the turf (what?)
Maybe I'll tap your gla**, I got some cheers for you
For they yak can't hold me back
So baby, wha**up with that? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
don't mean to smash your lock
But you are looking like
You've always looked before
Kind of miserable
Kind of at the floor
Drift into
Romantic visions
Jetplay omobanor
I don't play with my lady o
Cos she a romantic
Don't play with my sugar nor nor
Nor nor nor
I nor dey show mercy
Na she dey high me
Meee, meee
You so nonchalant
I don't know how to be romantic
Shorty bout her bread and cheese
Remind me of a sandwich
You ain't gotta panic
I already
a house party, all night long
Iz u down is my theme song
Take yo thong off, put me on
T-T-Raw, I been a dog, so gone let a nigga bone
'Cause I can tell by
she a hot girl no summer
Baby come and put it on me
When you up and feelin' horny
Call me by tonight I get you a flight
Girl I can take you
head on tight and when you talk I like
For me and you two different walks of life
I'm in the streets too much I pack the heat too much
Put too much
Hair blowin' in the sun roof when she pass by me
Rollin' down PCH by me
And like I already know your name
When you pass by me (pass by me)
Don't
Say the truth, whole truth, no undercover freak, I'm guilty
Check please, pay the cost
To be the boss, just bill me
I can tell by the way you've been
Say the truth, whole truth, no undercover freak, I'm guilty
Check please, pay the cost
To be the boss, just bill me
I can tell by the way you've been
Tango how you doin
Feelin good i'm doin excellent
And the words that i'm spittin
Hold more weight than elephant
I don't want these niggas bitches
I want
one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone
one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets, Bette Davis-style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to me, I believe"
And someone
one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone
And puts her hands in her back pockets, Bette Davis-style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning, "You belong to me, I believe"
And someone says, "My friend, you
a crime 'cause I'm suffocating like
Put me on my knees type suffocating
But you don't answer my call, I be calling like twice
Leaving you the messages I
Romantic superstars señorita by name
Girl you deserve a guy
To make you feel so kind
But not to be so shy
And make you feel the rhyme
Dont forget
(Yes)
You feel my pain when you rest your head on my chest (Yes)
I feel your pain when I put my hand on your breast
You’re such a hopeless romantic
I’m
hold no rank, don't hold no rank
Don't hold no rank
Yeah my Lamborghini owned by me
I don't rent from your mans, yeah, yeah
You know I ran it up with
what got me feeling shot
But if I do decide to stop
At least I'll see you at the top
I know I don't want to leave you
But I know I don't want to need you
Mesmerized by my fashion statement
I want heavy pockets Fuck you pay me
Fuck Up a bag I Fuck Up a bag
Splurging top dollas i needa Cash in
Diamonds on neck
relate if you never been in love ebi some beautiful feeling nti medc atra
Baby put it down for me
Far away oo far away oo
Lady don’t go far away
But if
put a price on me
Let the world know I'm free
Had to put the money on hold
Had to put the fame on hold
Had to put the ice on hold
Had to save my soul
a romantic problem
I don't know why but she stays till morning
You sat there still all night
Your face was lit by candlelight (ba ba ba)
Now I want to hold
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