Lyrics:
and i don’t wanna rush, rush, rush
you got my heart going thump, thump, thump
when i feel your touch, touch, touch
body going up, up, up
and i don’t
I am holding onto you for the last time
Capsized, sinking, feeling like I made mistakes I must live by
Hoping that I'll find somebody new
Just
inside the house to
See you lyin' on the floor
Blood is pourin' out your mouth, you've
Been stabbed a dozen times, maybe more
I rush to your side and I
making house calls, I'm an outlaw
In the south ward
Knock your ass out if you talk stupid
Got a big dick so I walk stupid
She got that
'm Big Bad Hank, I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party harder like you just don't care
Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a-tick
instructions
You ain't breaking eye contact, goddamn (goddamn)
Electricity when I hold your hand (your hand)
Feel it in my spine, the stars align
It's by
preferred
I need herb the shit that have your sight in a blur
Make you swerve to the curve, cause your eyes is blurry
Easy 12 on the right you bust a left
superstars you like that, yeah
In your Club making rukus no momma wanna touch us (I'm a grown man)
?Muff? boys like Kobe at the Ruckers
Play Chris Tucker, Rush
keep your
Hand on that plow, hold on
(one more time) hold on, hold on, keep your
Hand on that plow, hold on
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on
we let bridge dem burn like grabba
Woi, four in the cliz and one in the headie
Hand no shake, man, hold that steady
You man love pose with the ting
same time
I don't want no problems, let's go get some wine
Let's ditch the party and go somewhere quiet
I ain't no stranger the moment I hold your hand
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
lose, getcha gold, Heaven hold, getcha green
'Tween you and me, I can see in yo' eyes
Wise to the next stay in checkmate (stay in check)
Your Green,
falling see them up above
All I need for Christmas is your love
Baby hold my hand and give me trust
We can take our time and never rush
Rush
There's no need
Heard your looking for a boss baby
I got time on my hands, I'm what you want baby
Been thinking bout you lately you didn't rate me
+44 didn't wanna save
ever steal your joy, I had to get back mine
Under ya shade, nigga still I shine
Once she hold my hand, might never let go
I'm big steppa, I know
'm a
Changed man since the slammer
But they don't wanna hear me
They just want the banger
Don't act bookey around me
I'll take your phone check your last calls
as a motherfucka
I got your back nigga, I got your back nigga
If anybody fuck wit you, then they gotta fuck with me nigga
[Verse Five: D Roc]
Nigga better hold
I bite
Love me loosely, hold me tight
Hoes wanna screw me, which I like
They just groupies, not my type
But an honest fan
Gone blow me right
Y8, opps
what I'm seein
As I'ma vin your own ass tonight, you know the meanin
Of a worldwide national? Big money gripper
Baller, called a, million dollar nigga
bad
So, So, So Bad
Running so fast
Might rush into you
Don't wanna rush
Don't wanna rush
Falling in love
It's just too much
I want your touch
I want
number in my phone
I wanna hold your hand
Hold your hand
A couple hours later it was lunch time, I was sittin' on a bench outside
Thinkin' about
The love
gon' come for your top
Yeah, when you doin' you, they don't like that shit
I hold it down for the clique, with the types of grit
G-Malone CD playin',
extra time, don't wanna, don't wanna
Well I don't wanna hear your big ideas
But here's one of mine
Sorry but I'm not sorry
Sorry but I'm not sorry
Big
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