Lyrics:
the straps out
I ain’t here to play games just hand it over
I ain’t here to play games just hand it over
Turn up like
Doors off the hinges of your trap
the straps out
I ain’t here to play games just hand it over
I ain’t here to play games just hand it over
Turn up like
Doors off the hinges of your trap
the lights out
Don't say anything it's over
Shut the door turn the lights out
Turn the page, burn it down
It was a dark and stormy night
It was the worst
cause
I need a little more
Communicating with my shooter on Lyca
I'm having evil thoughts
Shotty shells it will turn over a micra
And it penetrates doors
my skin
Its slowly sinking in
As the world turns to ashes
Whats been right before
Isn't anymore so go ahead and open up a different door
Turn it over
what she sent me
You wishing no Timmy
I Turn-her right over
Bust in back door
And never front entrance
You pay for no entry
Who doubt you
Who hurt you
was safe, he had a mobile phone
And he did a side wheelie when he dropped me off home
Handbrake turns over the grass
Made my next door neighbour feel
How could this be? How would he do his job?
Stanley had to fix this!
Stanley stepped out of his
Office through the door
Took the stairway up to
Check
turn it up (yeah, uh)
I don't want anybody to know
How much my body craves you
Every time I come around
I know you got people over, chilling
with Kray
Kray "Take Action" Jackson
Every time that I turn around
I'm duckin' haters over here, haters over there
Everywhere I turn they
Its over, it's over
Now we're over
It's my turn
Now it's over
The game shut down, sorry
It's over, it's over
Now we're over
It's my turn
be strapped with a couple of holla's
So it, won't be drama, well at least entirely
We gon' turn this night up like we in the Bahamas
Smokin' like Bob
know, baby)
Turn around
Everything you need is here
Don't tell me, tell her [Ooooooooooh]
It's over, it's over
Don't tell me, tell her [Ohh, ohh, ohhhh
It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry
It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now
up, it's over (I pull up, it's over)
Better cuff yo chick, this shit here legit, bitch
5 in the morning, wide and yawning, can't turn my beat up
Its over, it's over
Now we're over
It's my turn
Now it's over
The game shut down, sorry
It's over, it's over
Now we're over
It's my turn
I'm surprised to see your suitcase at the door
(I'm surprised, surprised)
Remember the good times
Don't you want some more? (Don't you want it?)
Mailman at my door
Over and over and over again
Ill beat you at connect 4
Over and over and again
Gave her another chance
Over and over and over
And hope
God take me as I am
I ain't some bad person
I just don't take
The bulshittin
Reppin m-o-b-s
Because its money
Over the bullshitting
I turn it out
Yeah
This is that Paris Hilton, Scott Storch Production
This is so hot
So sexy
J-J-J-Jadakiss
Every time I turn around, the boys fightin' over
just one day take some time to speak your mind but say it's not over, don't turn me away don't close the door on us this way I'm so sure that there's
If you want just let me know (cause I can turn you out)
My envelope's about to explode
I got what you need and you know (so we'll never have
We never said this love was forever more
But in my heart you came ad I closed the door
And now I see that "Sorry girl" look, look in your eyes
I
roll and rock, I wanna turn it out
I wanna hear you shout
[Sneakin' out the back door, sneakin' out the back]
[Sneakin' out the back door, sneakin' out
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