Lyrics:
my song is her screen name
Now girls love to be photographed
This is a fact that can't be contested by the constraints of feminism in society
It's
a rude girl
Real brutal beauty amuse man
She a speak espanol like Cuban
The casing today made like a new song
Mi shotgun down all like Kuga
My girl
A me
nigga' try to shake to the dance song
This ain't a real party if your pants on
Girl, take it off! (Bitch)
There's no need for that shirt no more
Now take
...........
Girl you so fine got me weak in the knees,
I'll go to war for you my bae no Vietnamese,
Knowing by the looks that's on yo face you like
(I have no legs)
(I have no leg)
(I have no leg)
Come by the party, get zooted, B?
Uh
Look
Good evening
Yeah, uh
When I party in New
girl? i been her
Dripping like i'm a swimmer
Send a song and i deliver
Don't make me stab you in your liver
Your life i all a fake
Got em shook i make em
Doesn't matter what you want to
Pick a song and then come through
Baby girl I only want you
Something's up with Cupid
He ain't shooting nobody else
Because
of a character embedded with the hope
That he'll be found by curious style, Uh
The same way that the girl, now has her heart in a twirl
He wants the world so gimme
bang dang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
J-U-M-P jump and I thump
Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me
Child,
they're not all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "La-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
your whole style, girl I love the way you walk.
Well I don’t mean to come on too strong, but I been holding back these feelings for far too long. And I
it goes like la-da-da, la-da-da-da-da by some guy named B.Right yea
I think that was his name, play that funky song
It's messed when they can't
stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs
And when the party
the bangin shit on, alot of Louis Vuitton
you know the shit then sing the words of the song
We call it get right bitches! (We 'bout to get right bitches!)
Sing the song, sing the song with me
Lady, tell me why, tell me so
I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit
been around)
Yeeaaa
Im feeling yo style
Baby girl will you hold me down
Will you hold me down, yea?
Let me pick you up
Let me take you out
We can float
bout
Jay me a tell you bout some big dream
Them want see me six foot berry six feet
Same girl that style me said she miss me
Check your TV
Sometimes you feel insecure
Trust me girl I understand
But even with no manicure
Baby girl I'll hold your hand
You look so good when you're
style
Join this punk and sing our song
A new generation will be born
Rock n roll will never die
It's anger and it's vile
If you join the punk
ArnesenCaramella Girls.
Published by RemRec Songs - Sweden.
put inna them song
Them thief is mine
Reggae style rap flows weh you hear dawg a me design
Me redefine the game
Woulda still inna medieval time
If me
We're gonna take this, opportunity
To play some old time songs
We got a lap-trap on the off-beat
And a bass drum on the on
Stars over 45, we're gonna
now I'm dripped out
Switched up my girl, got a new one
She be my queen, she my only one
3 beats one song
3 beats one song
I can keep going yeah
I can't
there’s ten more waitin’ by the end of this song
And you know we’ve been known to get it on like that
Why is it take so long
Can’t wait to have you,
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