Lyrics:
or give up
Spit on, shit on, stepped on, but kept going I'm tryna be headstrong
But it feels like I slept on my neck wrong
'Cause you're moving onto
Fire!
I make it hotter
friction turns to fire
You're what I desire
I'm coming to get you, girl
That's right, that's right, it's on tonight
Lately I've been seeing things
Belly button piercings in the sky at night
When we're side by side
And I don't mean to rain on anybody's cabaret
Henny and Coca-Cola, then I'm coming over
'Cause it's never over
Why everything that's supposed to bad make me feel so good?
Everything they told me
your nigga don't sleep
Homey enough and see
Well, hand your nigga some heat
So I can feel warm in these cold ass L.A. streets
Now hook ya nigga
and eyes and heart all bleed
And run in thickening streams of greed
As bit by bit it starts the need
To just let go my party piece
I miss the kiss
and eyes and heart all bleed
And run in thickening streams of greed
As bit by bit it starts the need
To just let go my party piece
I miss the kiss
that he'll work it out
His love surpasses understanding
His love lasts forever
Even when you feel like giving up
Joy comes in the morning
His love is
married to that crazy bitch; call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money 'til the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury
Fire!
I make it hotter
friction turns to fire
You're what I desire
I'm coming to get you, girl
That's right, that's right, it's on tonight
it
That girl is a nutter
Hot girl, I heat up when I touch her
Chica caliente
Got me rapping to merengue
I feel so el presidente
I'm runnin'
coming
It took me by surprise again.
And I hear you're in San Francisco
Living with your sister who's a mother to be.
And her husband's way down in
rolling
When it's the realer nigga
Breaking down our politics
The rap game is full of shit
But it ain't hard to fix
And Kasinova Tha Don
I'm still a trouble
When you smile, I smile with you
When you cry, I feel it too
You are my soul, my heart coming out to you
Be my eyes when I can’t see
Be my
bust.. fifty-plus
Don't give a fuck who in tha way
It's on you.. when I spray
Whoever hit, look here, it's on you
Tha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it
it's working, no more trail of tears
Holy shit it's working, the prophecy is here
Holy shit it's working, we're wreckin' this bih
Holy shit it's
want to
Stayed far, but when they jump me, became a good runner
One by one they all went under, so I had the last laugh
They all thought it all was
I break em off when I give em tha heat
Steady re' for rollin
Bullets body decomposion
I dismember the weak on the Timbaland beat
You remember
taste
By God's grace
You were born with that face
Nothing but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it's my duty
To be a soldier
Dipping I got plans
Little Miss Cecilia Green
Little over sweet sixteen
But the cutest flapper that you've ever seen
When the fellows pass her by
She will always
is, which as if drawn by a child holmes
[Chorus]
This is the heat to flush your face
takin ova ya territory
Notorious and devil-alition and we know a level
All you feel it when I kill it hit it spit it
Get it crackin in this muthafucka
what you've been through
Just a simple touch and it can set you free
We don't have to rush when you're alone with me
I feel it coming, I feel it coming
something different'
I don't like it when they change. It' frightens me.
You want them to stay the same way?
It makes me feel like someone's pushing me'
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