Lyrics:
In Your Dreams
[Chorus Janelle Monae (Sleepy Brown)]
We spend summer dreaming when we coulda be leaving [Whoo]
(Out here wil'n don't give a fuck)
the damn thing
I want sex in the kitchen over by the stove
I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll
FROM THE CHI TO NAWLINS
CAME TO HAVE A GOOD TIME AND Y’ALL CAN’T DO A DAMN THANG
BOUT IT, SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL DO WHAT THE SONG SAY
PUT YA HANDS IN
test on animals
We animal friendly
Namaste, bithces
Must be the god in me
Put your hands up if you compost your food
Put your hands up if you want
impala we drive by some chevy impalas
riders we fighters with nine lives an live nines
hit 'em in the body with a gun shot wound shot fo sho shot
took my
If you in the spot?
You can do this
Put your hands up top to the music
Just wave, wave, wave
Just wave, wave, wave
[Chris Brown:]
Hey pretty lady
Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started
[Foxy]
Who could talk about
the night
It's Sting, it's Sting!
Wave your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
They be gettin' down with Sting sounds
Everybody say
and it’s over ayaaayyoa
put your hands above, put your hands up high
see you cut up in the night light
and everything about you is without ..
oh baby yeah …
I inseminate manners
Can catch a faggot by his toe, and ask him where he's headed (Where?)
Hand me your dignity, I'm armed and dangerous
Don't be
hand touches your heart
Remember we all played a part in america
To help that banner wave
First clock to be made
In america was created
By a black
seriously poked in
Your crack by ministers
Eww, these days rappers on my TV
Are braggers about their swagger rocking
Karats off of Ebay
But I ain't tripping,
Hennessy different
You get ya crew jammed up
I got my blue bands up
I'll put you down when we come in
Contact like this two hand touch
Arsonal puts his hands
living for weekends
In his plans like I’m billy graham Saying still he stands
It’s a real evangelist in me fam Pulling pants up and lifting hands up Hey I
Will You wash me clean in the palm of Your hand?
Will You hold me close so I can thrive?
When You touch me, that's when I know I'm alive
Down here
my hair
And na-na-nana-na-nana
We ain’t goin noWhere
I tell my hoes I ain’t shit and really
We ain’t goin noWhere put your hands up to the sky
We ain’t
WWE do I sound different aye
Yo drop this
YouTube apart of Faze Clan
She on my only fan
I put ice on her hand
I let her take it in advance
It wasn’t
the girl in the top five videos
By tomorrow this will be number one
In or way upside down on the pole
Pretty mama you know your dead wrong (Get jiggy gal)
go ahead, yell
Put your hand in the air, bring the liberty bell
I give you the John Hancock if you don't tell
Let's have the Boston Tea party, what
Thing-fish:
Ob'dewlla! is why'awright? don't be pullin' de boy's chain too hard dere! he gots 'nuthuh show t'do t'morrow! don't put dat in yo' mouf, girl! I
Knowing I would hear my given name
When no one answered the demand
I would slowly raise my hand
And hang my head in sullen shame
The snickers followed
smooth right there
Blood diamonds sitting real chunky in my right ear
Killas, skin your ass with no contracts
And little niggas got nowhere to hide but
the gun
I just don't know
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
Feelin so so cold
What's wrong with me
Everything's so cold
On a slab in the morgue
But
girls and
Bring 'em to me
If you fuckin' with me
Really fuckin' with me
You'll let her put her hands in your pants
Be my little freak (yeah)
Be my
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