Lyrics:
Sex, Sex, Sex
We having sex
Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex
We having sex (Racks)
Sex, Sex, Sex
We having sex (Sex)
We having sex, we run up these checks
Sex
and wrote a drunk text
(Uh huh)
Wound up at her pad having drunk sex
(Uh huh)
I barely remember but I don't think that we done yet
She say we got a lot
Whoa
And ya got that sex appeal
She had a walk too sassy
Approachin' with a dog that looked like Lassie
The lipstick, and the Fendi, Prada
'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
ARTHUR: Shut up!
DENNIS: I mean, if I went around sayin' I was an empereror just
because some moistened
high, sex on a plane
Hey newscaster, we about to rain
Loving the club because we fill the section with pain, c'mon
Blow him up, finna explode
All
Wake up wake up baby
Bake up bake up baby
Have sex have sex baby
Non stop non stop baby
I just got back in town.
And you the only one that no
So
I can't even y'all niggas bitch
Hold up, we go up
Sex
Finna go add it up (Sex!)
Finna just bag it up (Sex!)
Finna cop a lot of stuff (Sex!)
She
town's been wearing tatters (shattered, sha ooobie shattered)
Work and work for love and sex
Ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
town's been wearing tatters (shattered, sha ooobie shattered)
Work and work for love and sex
Ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
finesse
Hollow same views with some sex
I lost a lot of love for missionary
This the first time I react
Me and top is like a Kobe and ville
A father
Kenny so many plays on me I finesse
Palisade views with some sex
I lost a lot of love for missionary
This the first time I react
Me and Top is like a Kobe
around
When you're making your way home after the night out on town
Then you'll tell me it's cool but we're only gonna chill tonight
But it leads to sex
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
the rap, big talker
Baby sex with me, never offer
Made a lot of money, now they wanna hop on
Face down, yeah yeah, that's just what I like
Hall of fame
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
wasn't sex, but we got ourself some
Deep drag
Hit the floor, move
Sweet, hot, hit-the-town groove
You don't remember me
But there's a lot that you lose
of the town
Know how I get down, fresh from the ground up give em hell
Give em hell baby round one
Might as well running it up like dow jones money power I
Come on
I supply your town!
When I come around, I supply your town
No more bricks and pounds
Yeah, I supply your town
I supply your town, I
all want sex, drugs, violence 101
Here it is... Bam
Stop being a little boy with a little toy, stand up and be a man
Now you see the plan, from west
(What'd she say?)
CHORUS
Mad sex
Mad sex
Steppin' up on the others tryin' to make a jealous brotha
Get you nothin' but another night
we did best
Sex
When I'm lying on your chest
Sex
And I didn't want the rest
Now get up and get yourself dressed
Yeh we had a good run
Yeh we had lots
Big Freeze
What's up young Cuzz? Where you from? The Town
Where's at? On the East/Side, 10-5 by the Jordan Downs
Twist to my camp, come to my hood and
I
Get too lit, Hard to turn down
Fuck it up twice, If it ain't our town
Living in the moment, Everything is right now
A-ain't about a bag, Tell them
thinking cause
Last night we made love
And when we finished we cuddled up
I know you like that kinda of stuff
But tonight I ain't having it so get ready
SEX
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