Lyrics:
holla)
Now I just wanna love ya (just wanna love you, Hov')
But be who I am (you know you love me, Hov')
And with all this cash (mo' money, mo'
your wife, ya heard me?
Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic
Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick
She be my last pick, I got
I'm ahead of it, I'm celibate like I ain't fucking around (yeah)
It's apart of my human nature
I'm cooking up, baby, lift your plate up
Words flying
Strike a pose
Hot as hell
Grab your chicken head by the tail
A lot of tail
Can generate you a lot of mail
I'm the victorious
You the big time
Ya gal
wanna wait for you to be seated
Take your food on the way and eat it
Retreated up in altitude
Defeated by my attitude I am
But let's be Frank, let's be
Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!), Oooh (Areola!)
That shirt came off, That bra came off that... Oooh
[Tech N9ne]
Baby girl, I wanna see with the top off
Lookin' like another Bob Marley day
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train
And I'm down with hanging out this afternoon
We got weeds in
turn ya books to page 69 and start sucking
When Organized drop the tracks then start ducking
When Ludacris get in the bed start fucking
You wanna be
you should play it cool
You don't wanna be that nigga fuckin' up a good thing
Now-now shut me with a ring if I help you fight your demons
I'm lookin'
prints on me tonight
Lay on your back and let your eyes find a star
You be my Venus, love is Jupiter, I'm your mars
We gonna turn this bedroom into
ripe
call me Stanely steamer I'll be giving her the pipe
when i'm out of town she wanna see me so we skype
she might get obsessed and keep calling
tellin' all your best friends
Down Collins, in my posse it ain't hard to find a thottie
Me and baby Abu Dhabi pull up rocking Avianne
I'm a Tom Kawasaki,
I begin to change your mind?
I don't wanna blow it by
Standing in your way
You say that you're going
There's gotta be a better way
(BRIDGE)
There
Tell me what you're doing coming in so late at night
I wanna know
You say you're going out with childhood friends from way back when
Where do you go?
can't tell
But still, you gotta be careful
Dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earful
V personally favors, "please don't kill me"
Empty out
set yourself free
Don't loose your opportunity, all these simple things with their intricacies
I wanna be free
and walked back to the house to eat
And Mama hollered out the back door "y'all remember to wipe your feet"
And then she said "I got some news this mornin'
It's funny how it comes full circle
Now they wanna be a part of the power circle
They wanna be a part of the power circle
May the wind be at your back
the beamer, I'ma cop you the Benz coupe, baby
'Cause we be all night, baby
Don't turn off them lights, baby
I wanna see you fight, baby
I'ma make you mine,
the beamer, I'ma cop you the Benz coupe, baby
'Cause we be all night, baby
Don't turn off them lights, baby
I wanna see you fight, baby
I'ma make you mine,
me Stanley Steemer, I'll be giving her the pipe
And when I'm out of town she wanna see me so we Skype
She might get obsessed and keep calling
part got to me"
Thank you for your love
Thank you for the heart
There'll never be a long
And lonely night again
Thank you for your love
(I hate wasted
should be carried by somebody so exotic
And that dress should be worn when there's nothin' else up under
Just in case I run into you I can pull up
boulder-holder,
Then I could show ya better than I can told ya
(Okay!) Baby be goin' but she coming to
Make me wanna chew through,
All that's in front of you
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