Lyrics:
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
Switch the mic from airtight to elite
Pounce upon the deck, it ain't wet yet
Let me see how hot you can get
Then I'll turn up the amps, blow out
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
Can't wait to see your face
The snow gleams in your eyes
Return back to that place
A place with covered skies
Stranded by the news
Of blinding hot
as a pussy for Dubai
(Wet as a bone that is dry)
Police officers eat your pussy like a donut
Cause your ass is as flat as a turbot
I'm not hurt by these
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we
My block is hot, this Glock is hot (Hot, hot)
Jump out on my block, hop out of ya car
(Bow, bow)
Jump out like the SWAT, we duckin' the cops
(Ah, ah)
Hot hot
Hot hot
Hot hot
Hot hot
Hot boy, hot boy, take a nigga face off
Hot boy, hot boy, who else wanna face off
Hot boy, hot boy, twelve get shot
man intervene
Hard, hard fi go in, pass me the Vaseline
Get mi pum pum wet up like a submarine
Bounce pon di cocky pon di beat, fold up like a pleat
It's like Romeo and Juliet
Hot sex on a platta' just to get you wet
You's about to get in somthin' you will never regret
And it's gonna be
love my plans
Always with you
Getting wet in advance
Initiate the loving
What you do for me
Damn girl you so hot
And you know what it be
What I want what
(Hevin)
Bouncin hot let's get wet welcome to the pool jam
Bouncin hot keep it tight welcome to the pool jam
Bouncin hot let's get wet welcome to the pool
jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
(Verse 1)
I tell 'em no lie
I blow by wit the Bentleys wit the O eyes
I
Burning my face
Chilling my bones
By myself feeling so alone
Go on
Sining that song
Thinking you can't
Just do no wrong
Don't you cry
Never tried
the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers
It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
You
skin is black is tar
It ain't far from the real, real
Piss poor with problems
'Bout to pick pocket people
And my piece pipin' hot
While they
hot like this swing side through the hood better stop that shit
Big strap my lap I'll pop this bitch no broom get wet quick mop like this
She ain't ever
the smell, to see is it wet enough (see is it wet)
Ain't got a key, she come to the room
I tell the front desk to let her up (ooh)
She five away, I'm hot
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
and warm
Snowballs projected
Snowmen erected
Fluffy, grey clouds bring a storm
Boilin' hot chocolate
Socks got nice and wet
Sitting by the fire, eating
Aye
Hahaha
Ugh
Baby
Kid
Woah
Lets go
Huh
Niggas don’t know how to act
They getting wacked on set
Got my hoe by the water
And my wrist on wet
You
He eats boot black rotted on a
Piece of white bread
He did the Pink the Pink Elephant
Blinded by the sauce you know
I'd rather stay bent
A nigga hot, like ten summers
Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana
My money long, like ten Hummers
I been getting to the money the last ten
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