Lyrics:
baby, give me time, gimme time
Please, a little more time
Takes a road runner just a little bit uh-longer, dear
Oh, to make up my mind, I gotta make up
know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat
I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind
Make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin
Forgive
so good to get away
Especially when your name is D O double Gizzee
Coast to coast jetting, man I been doing that
What's up, just start balling
speak
Never thought I'd give in so willingly to a human being
With abilities to set me free
Free, make me be me
Makes me want to say
Your lips,
times if you don't mind um
"Who are you again?" I'm Sammy and that's Tyler
And we came to get wild and style in these trench coats!
Don't start asking
arguing?
Tapes and CD's, baby, please
You make me want to scream
You're on my team starting first string
So why are we arguing?
Throw your neck
out, my people gettin' head while we on and
Tear the club up every time we performin'
Gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place
You think you're gonna please her
So you walk right up and tease her
But she walks right on by
You're scared to walk beside her
'Cause you're playing
song
I might blow up my radio, oh
You can clear the room
By playing Debbie Boon
Or crank your Abba records until dawn
Oh, I can even hear
Slim Whitman
after time
Got my checks now watch me take off
What's up now
(Keep it going Flip you coming off)
All my life I been surrounded by danger
Sneaky bitches
like Sammy Gravano
It's easy, child barely an Italiano
But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel
[Chorus]
No honey can set
peace and niggas still ain't get a piece
I know I'm probably hell bound, but we got to eat
I'm seeing Satin infiltratin, my military mind
Make me
peace and niggas still ain't get a piece
I know I'm probably hell bound, but we got to eat
I'm seeing Satin infiltratin, my military mind
Make me
the lights
Your boyfriend got you super tight
You wanna baller so you bother me in spite
Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck
to hell
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
Oh, please be
to gotta take it slow
When I find my piece of mind
I'm gonna give you some of my good time
Today love smiled on me
It took away my pain say please
All
to share them with somebody else.
Now you told me that you love me baby, and you told me a lie.
But today you quit me - make up your mind or die.
So get
baby, give me time, gimme time
Please, a little more time
Takes a road runner just a little bit uh-longer, dear
Oh, to make up my mind, I gotta make up
song
I might blow up my radio, oh
You can clear the room
By playing Debbie Boon
Or crank your Abba records until dawn
Oh, I can even hear
Slim Whitman
please make up your mind
If you love me, then think it all o-ver
Make up your mind, or I'll lose mine
Last night when I came by I rang the bell and no
Now you told me that you love me baby, and you told me a lie.
But today you quit me - make up your mind or die.
So get yo'self together, 'cause I ain't
Don't be so quick to walk away (dance with me)
I wanna rock your body, please stay (dance with me)
You don't have to admit you wanna play (dance
and he makes his money the best way he knows how
Another body layin' cold in the gutter, listen to me
Don't go chasin' waterfalls
Please stick
to gotta take it slow
When I find my piece of mind
I'm gonna give you some of my good time
Today love smiled on me
It took away my pain say please
All
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