Lyrics:
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It's crazy in the stu
For him I go pew-pew
I fucking love you
Paul, this songs for you
You blocked me on snap
I think that's some crap
But for
want it
And if you want it you can get it
So come on!
Come on!
Paul: make it up, take it up, take it up
John: for christ's sake, come on!
Paul: take
You left me alone
Say make I be in pains
Me hu yi anka anso ay3 late
No be paapaapaapaa now
Adey rain you dey wonder
3nshew against -pododom
Pododom
faces on faces bruh
Big faces on faces bruh
Dead men in my pockets got me goin' up
It's goin' face down if a nigga flex us
Yeah, in God we trust, but
We were three like we are siamese yeah
Coming from the west indies
Where haters rest in peace
Show me your recipe
Pick love or rest in peace
Straight
say oh Lord, oh Lord
I just wanna hit a splif
And get high up on this pain
Make I forget my memories (My memories)
Me nyaa yɛ anka, I never do
Me nyaa
I been on that brown
Tryna make my brain slow down
Paul Masson Paul Masson
Tomorrow I’ll feel like shit
But fuck it right now I’m lit
Paul Masson
jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magicians
There fi mek dem switch, jump up, wave up dem hands
We make it clap deh, keep
just what they say
Cause forever I will pray
You and I will be as free as the birds up in the trees
Oh please stand by me Diana
Thrills I get when you
your father
Baby no wahala ago dey for you I be super love
Give me love make I chop Odo
Super love never stop
If you no dey here I dey conf Aaha
Make you
Walker shit (Paul Walker shit)
Paul Walker shit (Paul Walker shit)
Yuh, Paul Walker shit (Paul Walker shit)
I feel the liquor killin' me
I feel it in
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
I play
This love is alive
And I'm here to stay
Here in your life
There in your heart
There by your side
That's where I want to be
It's plain to see
j
Nothing but net and I can do it all day
And if you cheating up my right hand you show me a way
To cut left to the basket hear what others say
You could call me Chris Paul
The pass it to my dogs you know
We gettin buckets
And all the girls love it
Yea
If I ever was on a NBA team
I would have
Philly where you make it out
But it's never safe in
Play this whenever you wanna play this
Call me George Bush cause I'm blowin'
Up when I'm with my clique
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
alone
Pointing your fingers wo nyɛɛ bɔne da aa make I get you a stone
God bless God say Man no be God anka if e lef you alone
We go make am in grand style
Intro: R. Kelly (Sean Paul)
All the ladies in the club (Send on!!!)
It's your boyfriend would you wine for me
All the ladies in the club
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
[Chorus: Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
ankle a griner
Love tings that put inna me wine cah girl ya know ya finer
Shaggy and Sean Paul a blind
So we haffi sing it one time
Sing it out
Chorus
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
[Chorus: Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
of weed
Stay strapped at the feast wid' a musket
Spittin' up them cannon balls
I got bitches in Britain on call
Best make it quick if I pick up the call
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