Lyrics:
at me, I sent the bitch back cut up"
I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you, boy
Front on me, you gon' meet one of my soldiers, boy
Cousin Twin
up"
I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you, boy
Front on me, you gon' meet one of my soldiers, boy
Cousin Twin shot up his mama crib now he in
Show me what you wanna do let's go
I just wanna shake it shake it shake my rump shaka
Make it make it make it don't break em
Hands all in the air cover
say so (mmmhmm)
When we move yes (mmmhmm) sometimes we lay low (mmmhmm) aiyyo (yo)
Big up my little nigga Pedro
Make you after the L like turkey,
more than fantasy
Take my hand, follow me
Oh, you've got a brand new friend for your life
You can win if you want
If you want it you will win
Oh,
the room?
I'd been wanting to hear from you
Oh, no
Hand it over (hand it over)
Hand it over (oh)
You're weary, lay him down
You did your time so thank
at me, I sent the bitch back cut up"
I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you, boy
Front on me, you gon' meet one of my soldiers, boy
Cousin Twin
hands tremble their way
Take me, anywhere that you like
Hold me, deep within. Do what you like
Take me, anywhere. Warm
adieu, and roller coaster right by your side
My love for you is right by your side by Sade, but the remix that was cultivated by P and Chad
Oh you never
oogie, oogie
M-see's mad at me
But you better get back
I'm bout to ratta-tat-tat
Tiggy-tigga-tat
Lay me flat on my back
In fact, I interact
and say you bet not go to sleep without me
Lay head on my lap and close your eyes so you can peep the silence
Love it when you beat it up but right now you
yack
So watch where ya goin and know where you at
Cause me and my goonz don't
Know you like that never been a sucka
Metal in the duffle i'm all about my
to face me
You'll be face to face with your own face
Hands for everybody
Ya afterlife is your new place
I'll park a pussy at the park
You niggas all cunts
they shoppin' at stores
We got them hands for a nigga that's a hoe
Give me a gun by callin' up bro
Real deal slime, this shit can't go
Niggas so turtle,
raise your hand and let me know
Your sugar mummy on my case like Teni
I hate the jealousy but love the envy
All eyes on me I feel like Makaveli
You are
the batch)
I walk that line because you love me
And I wanna be your Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Ooh ooh
I like the way you hold my hand
And play just like my
on a ride
[Chorus]
It's like your body's on radio I'm feelin' you in stereo
Put me in your cd player I'm gonna hit it nice and slow
Baby I'm your hot
the grid by the telephone wires. Yee
We had a connection all the time we was linked up like every single day
One day my homies were talking to me and they
Let me Lay
Oh let me lay
Let me lay you down
Let me lay you down
Oh let me lay
Age ain't nothing but a number baby
Let me lay
Baby you should let me
is gangster music and booty shakin' music
What we call it is that gangster party
If why'all ready for that gangster party, let me see you put your
intercourse, is that somethin' that interests you?
Yes, no, maybe so, baby bro fix me up
Real house party shit now hold up your Dixie cup (get 'em up)
With
lemme take your hand
Take you out for a dance or do a drive by with the Benz
But who hurt you babygirl? I can leave an ex dead
She help my mental health,
don't take me for no lame
I'm just sayin you out your mind if you think I'm playin
Off white chemist
My niggas still in the kitchen
Hand written
Ima call you my shawty, shawty
You gon make me lay hands on a nigga
There ain't nothing wrong with a little bump n grind
Cause you're mine, you're my
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