Lyrics:
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise kid, open your eyelids, cause that last
from
Ya mama must be thick...that's where ya get ya back from?
[Chorus:]
I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller
can't ignore it boy I feel like I'm yours
The way you look at me I just can't say no
So we should hook up, who knows where we will go
Cause baby when I'm
, baby, baby
Britney (verse 2):
What I feel is more than a crush
Then again, its not quite love
Just enough to fill my cup
Whatever you do, just keep it
don'tcha say who, say already
I'd want to marry him today
But you don't say who
That I cannot do
Happen to be me
Possibility
Won'tcha tell me who ya love
don'tcha say who, say already
I'd want to marry him today
But you don't say who
That I cannot do
Happen to be me
Possibility
Won'tcha tell me who ya love
I shower you
With huns
In the tub we don't shower
With Dove
Babygirl you the shit
Loving ya fit and ya scent
Baby you as real as it gets
Right by my
what ya want
Anything at all
I've got a love for all seasons
A love for all time
I'll be the fire in your winter
The sun in your spring
I'll do
game,
I can't reward you, but if you want a long one, baby
I got one for ya'
This is your shot
I got one for ya'
This is your shot
Uh-huh, check it
on lock when that nigga slanging pickle
Who got Benz, a prowler, playboy, and a Vette
Tell the truth--who fucked ya on the same night when we met?
Now,
Quarantine Ting
I know where to find ya
Baby all in
All in
Yea I'm all in
All in
Who can you trust
When it hits the fan
Who can ya trust
To just stick
Do you Love me baby
Love me baby
Do you Love me, love me
Do you Love me baby
Love me baby
Do you Love me love me
Aye
Now tell me do I cross your
need you like I need air to breathe
I want ya, I need ya, I want ya, baby I need ya
Without your love there is no more me
I want ya, I need ya, I want
a nigga who'd hold you down
Most niggas is clowns something you don't see
And I need a thurl bitch real bitch
Someone who cuff and keep it lowkey
Most of ya
paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah
I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam
So she call me cabron
Sipped on lean now I'm feeling slumped
Sabe up dough then invest in a slug
Baby come arch ya back bruck ya back then I'll do my thing and be gone by
hide behind make up it’s genuine a genius know it’s smart to pray love they played love trying play those who love love
Maan I broke up
With the so
pressure, you know I apply
Aye
If they touch ya body its eye for an eye
Cause I ain’t the type to just let it go by
I love what you got and you know that
the Jim Browski
(Who? Jenny?)
No, not propulated
A horrible creature that must be penetrated
He gets all into ya, then he tries to do ya
You better run
ya me ya aah
Ahh ah ah
Baby come dance
With me
Baby come sing
With me
You're the only one
Company
Wey I want
Close to me
Who go fi
Near your
I love (I love)
I love it (I love it baby)
Love this (I love it, love it)
Love, ooooohh!
Love this (I love it girl)
Love (Oh you really want it
god, really need ya)
Just lay down your burdens by the riverside (help me baby, help me sweetheart)
Hah, and you'll be alright, ya'know what I'm sayin?
your body, playing origami
Girl you can bend
Baby girl, love them mini curls
Love it with your hands pitch
I love the way your clothes look
And how them
with her
Hmmmmm
Follow me now cuz Ima hot boy
La, I'm from the city so they love when I say baby
Got that Rajun Cajun see my accent drive her crazy
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