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Wasn't I
Done with it
One touch and my heart
Don't articulate
No, no

Yeah, you know me
You know what I get like
When I get lonely
Wild thoughts

were a little too dumb
I was a little too wild, yeah
I ain't coming on home
I can't tell you I'm sorry
So I call him, and I say, yeah

"Hello, how

smell so purp
She sucking dick so perf'
I'm ballin' hard like Kobe
Shootin' bricks like Kirby
Young wild ass nigga wild ass bitch burping
One time we keep

Like arts and crafts, uh
Stomp a nigga out, uh
Deep, I be in the loud, uh
My money ballin tennis style, uh
These hoes be wild foul, uh
We got the cannon,

and down, so sad
So happy, feeling good and bad
I'm young, I'm old, I laugh, I cry
I tell the truth but that a lie
I've been so in and out, so wild
So

Are headed for the gym to the sock hop ball
The joint is really jumping
The cats are going wild
The music really sends me
I dig that crazy style 'cause

nigga)
Pull up on your bitch
(skrt) then take off wild (skrt skrt skrt
Take off wild)
I push it to the limit I'm Rick Ross now
(I'm rick ross now
Gang gang

Art (auf deine Art)
Nimmst mir nie den Wind aus den Segeln
Mit dir bin ich wild und frei (wild und frei)
Du hältst mich auf Kurs und ich fühl' dieser

hope nobody knocks
I'm talkin' opposite of soft
I'm talkin' wild, wild thoughts
You gotta keep up with me
I got some young energy
I caught

I had a vision
I heard a boom in the sky
I heard a voice from the other side
 
She said to me,
“We’re built of opposites–wild and bold extremes”

Can you see me falling 
Into Aphrodite's favourite child
Can you hear me calling 
Beyond the sirens screaming wild
And will you kill me softly 
With

The freaks come out on a Friday night
And that's when sugar gets made
People wanna go where the actions at
Let your wild side come and play

Butterfly

Crazy Town

The Gift of Game [Clean]

1999

wild, I was living like a wild child
Trapped on a short leash, paroled in police files
So yo, what's happening now?
I see the sun breaking down into

Butta Love

Next

Rated Next

1997

your sexy smile, Prima Donna style
Ooh, you're drivin' me so wild (so wild)

Ain't got no reputation, educated conversation
And, ooh, you've got that

wild, I was living like a wild child
Trapped on a short leash, paroled in police files
So yo, what's happening now?
I see the sun breaking down into

AND THAT DRESS YOU'RE WEARING IS BEAUTIFUL  THIS WHOLE ROOM IS LIT UP BY YOUR SMILE  MY HEART'S RACING WILD  YOU'VE GOT SUCH A STYLE    (CHORUS)  AND IF I

(turn up!)

[Hook]
Eight-Oh-Eight, Nine-Oh-Nine
S-P-Twelve, hit drum wild
Eight-Oh-Eight, Nine-Oh-Nine
S-P-Twelve, now what you talkin' 'bout?

You in tune to the most dangerous on file
Niggas finna mash on - bitch get wild
With these field nigga serenades, we break wide
In the land

got class
She got style
But girl the thought of you been driving me wild
She treat me good
Good as gold
She everything a man could want

But she

Serious gyal, she don't Netflix chill (huh)
Rain like Amazon, insert the Fire Stick
Darlin', when you elevate, it feel like magic
Make the kitty wild out

running for twenty long years

She finally makes it to the gasoline station 
Gets out of that wagon hair long and wild 
Boots on her feet, army green jeans

Radiate in context
Don't believe my tears
Gotta give the people what they want

Child getting wild
Hold my growing cow
Shape it up when times get

Fresh, Fly, Wild, Bold
Fresh Out The Pack
Like back in the days of Love Raps
Say white lines flip that
Funky beat dip that, ba bum ba ba ba ba
Flip that,

in vain, I could tell

One night a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the West Texas wind
Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina,