Lyrics:
The lights on the lady in tights
Or the bride with the guy on the side
Or the ball where she gives him a roar
That's entertainment!
The plot can be
[Chorus]
Sunday picnic, summer afternoon
Red hot sun, spicy barbecue
Working up a sweat by the riverside
She says let's get wet, it's skinny-dipping
we're both the same (both the same)
But you call yourself by different names (different names)
Now your mama won't like it when she finds out (finds
it
And what I want
Somebody tell me what's going on, going on
She looks like any other girl
But not like any other girl
I can tell by when she
porn
Coral had to be sure, so she tracked him to his hideaway spot
With a cooler full of Landsharks, she slipped into something real hot
She
He was a hard-headed man
He was brutally handsome,
And she was terminally pretty
She held him up, and he held her for ransom in the heart
make me spend them bands on you (she gon' make me spend them bands)
Birkin bag, let you cop 'em by the two (go, go, by the two's?)
All these furs,
And I got birds flyin' south, boy
Yeah, I'm too "Brrr" to be a Hot Boy
I got them birds by the flock, boy
Yeah, I'm too cold to be a Hot Boy
I'm too
Why oh why, Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why
Why oh why, Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why
Sittin' by de ocean
Me heart, she feel so sad
Sittin' by
sometimes I ask myself
Will the violence ever cease "Oh my God"
(You know you gon' like it, Kalonji, Wyclef)
It's too hot on the floor man "Oh my God"
should be hanging with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
So hot to trot, lady
Excuse me miss, what's your name?
Can you come, hang with me?
Possibly, can I take you out,
and my weeples natural hustlers
If you need that then come get plugged by us
223's comin' out the state from us
This is Sic' Wid It, you can't fuck wit
a candy store
I think you got what I want
And by the end of the night when you hot like a light
It'll be cause you and me burned up the floor
And if
got our toes out, too
Call me when you get lost
I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot
Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurt
Find us,
ninety-five,
She's bumper to bumber rollin' side by side.
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing
Do it
Watch it
Do it how I
Watch it
She ugly hot
Like a chick that call you to borrow
Five hunnid, then promise she gon' pay you back
nigga ion know who got shot I burned the bitch head and didn’t fuck her she hot Im riding with the Drake you cant touch it its hot
Hot hot hot Hot hot
it that ain't love by remote control
Move over Madonna, give it up, Baby Lou
She'd never been rich, never been famous like you
She's hot
in hot hot
My place seven minus ocho
Yeah bitch im takin the whole show
She got backward pronouns she a hershe
Just made a bar from chocolate now im
Why I married me a bad girl
Tell you the reason why
Bad girls will even do things on the sly
Look for your dinner to be good and hot
She never even
replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking
bitch, what the fuck?
Man, can you believe this bitch Floss? (Did you here what I said? I said come here)
She want a pimp to pay for some motherfuckin'
So I asked her if she'd mind could we share a little time
Told me that would be just fine
Couldn't believe I had her by my side
Who'd ever thought
Hoo
Hee
All alone she's in the ego zone
The word is out that you're doing wrong
On the move got fire in your shoes
By word of mouth you are
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