Lyrics:
up, Mr. Lover
Like Prince said you're a sexy motha well-a
I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright
You was so wack, I don't wanna hear your mixtape
His diamonds so wet, he got it out the fish tank
I swear all I do is crank like I never think
I
Awe yeah I am the man
Fuckin with me I don’t think that you can
Hatin around me ain’t never gon stop
I keep it hot on my way to the top
Whole lot
I'm a city boy n***a
Bag full of cash
Lookin' for a hot girl to shake that ass
I'm a city boy n***a
Let me see you act up
I just wanna see that ass
Idiots to geniuses
If water's wet, then the goal is to make the cream
Kettle corn dinners, hot cheeto dust
Examining the chips so I can shake off the rust
I'm smokin I'm smokin
So much it feel like I'm floatin
Drink got me wet like the ocean
All on her skin like some lotion
Ya she good with the motion
I
Well, it got so hot last night I swear you couldn't hardly breathe
Heat lightning burned the sky like alcohol
I sat on the porch without my shoes
shit
Since i was pushing toys
Like Hot Wheels
Now I got a hot wheel!
An' I need a hot sandwich By noon dear
An' I ain't worried about Tomorrow
An'
And ima do it like
GOKU
Power in my mind
Hopeless romantic by my side
Kamehame GOKU
I got one life
I fucked catwoman on the last night ride
Mantra of life
walk by, with that smile, look at that th*t walk
Where I'm from, man, they always say they block hot
Watch out for your friends, they'll switch up like
a wizard, but this is not Oz
Cold but hot, I can turn the summer to fall
I'm sicker than y'all
Don't talk to me unless you talkin' 'bout paper
I'm buyin'
I am somewhat startled and then soon after rudely awakened by another unnerving episode of air turbulence as our transatlantic air-carrier
The one who governs impulse: Riaramnacho.
There is a fourfold source of the bodily demons:
Hot, Cold, Dry, Wet.
[Matter is the mother of them all.]
know that boy he can't hang with me
Trust me, they know who I am, they know I'm the man, they knowing I'm hot
If they ain't knowing I'm hot, they must be
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
a week
Mickey D's and she lovin' it (lovin' it), slap flip and I'm rubbin' it (rubbin' it)
Hot in here, need a oven mitt (over mitt), let her call me by
the picket fence
Envisioned a hot life, hot wife
Wanted a crib, well a palace like South Fork on Dallas
With lights simmer trees for the ambiance
I been up
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
the roof
Raise the roof because it's all on fire
Not done by the sun or electrical wire
Not done by sons stricking matches with
Hello
Okee
Ayaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyaiya
Summer time fine we be hot
Ik ben met me girls we go chill till we drop
Dripping on ten dat is swagga non stop
We
you know I'll invest ya
Leave her stuck with her leg up
Trill bending the stretcher
In the streets where I left ya
Stacking money by the bundles
Even
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