Lyrics:
one by one
Baby, you can't take the credit
For anything that God has done
I don't know how I made it over
I don't know how I made it through
You gotta
I turn my radio on for you, baby
I heard how good, oh it's a band on the run
I turn my radio on for you, baby
Waitin' up for number one
I turn my
to keep a roll of them bitches like which one (one one)
(its the boss)
(radio killer)
Its not a dream baby
(radio killer killer killer)
Or is it a dream
HERE!
Ooooh! Haha, woooohh!
Aiyyy mami I want to get nasty wit you baby, ahahahaha
Aiyyy, tu eta por llamaseta mi amor, Linda, ahahahaha!
We want
Segwaying right into the Tomorrow show
But that don't got the go so you turn it off ya turn on the radio,
The radio don't seem to get the click so you say
echo
the sex so good it make an echo echo
if you ever feel the same let me hear echo echo
call the radio station send this message
i want make love
on over here next to me
Let me pull you in, hmmm, let me pull you in, girl
Ooo, if you didn't know by now I'm crazy about you
And I know the perfect
it's not lost yet
I'd pay a thousand dollars just to see your silhouette
Red is the rose's color, blue is the violet's
Here's my number baby, when you
out outta gas and maybe get stuck
We could get lost baby I don't care
I ain't worried as long as you're there
There ain't no place that I'd rather be
a thousand nights away
Of you and your arms around me
You whispered softly, its ok
And time would suspend inside me
"Baby lets go for a ride inside the night
and burn
Cause it's my time to learn"
Let me show you how we go
And I'ma steal the show (Bitch)
It's the morning show on the radio
Shade 45, Sway, dude,
out for a thrill, she always said 'Baby, you're gonna be alright'
The sun gonna come shining down; push it all away, make it alright
Sometimes in
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
decisions
I want you, ooh, baby, all of the time
So give me all your kisses
I want you Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, baby, every night
And it feels like,
motherfucker, you ain't gotta like me
How you stuntin' these hoes?
Need to talk what you know
And stop talkin' 'bout who I'm sticking and licking
Just mad it
to my nigga dre 10 million and counting
Who me
The Nigga that mixed it mastered it edit it wrote it spit it your kids spoke it
M3
Enoughs enough
You
to break it to my Mama without breakin' her heart
She said, "I knew you'd be goin' places, baby
I just wish those places weren't so far"
Somewhere over
out outta gas and maybe get stuck
We could get lost baby I don't care
I ain't worried as long as you're there
There ain't no place that I'd rather be
saw your arms hanging at your side
nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to hide
saw you moving real slow
nowhere to run to, nowhere to go
i heard
Pop-pop turn your sweater to a crop top
Killin' you and whoever in that drop top
Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
Just shoot, shoot like doot,
Black to blazin', hometown fadin'
Out of sight in the rear view mirror
Stevie Ray blasting on the radio
As I slam it into higher gear
My baby's
Sunday night in the back seat
Thinking bout it all girl I miss you
I remember when we used to
Kiss all day
Grabbing you by the waist
Girl I feel you
Good evening
Police do not try to adjust your radios
There is nothing wrong
We have takin' control over this city
As to bring you this special
Baby rock with it
Best part is you ain't with the toxic
Let me slide up up on you
Been staring at you for the optics
However you want it I'm down
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