Lyrics:
to walk around with matchin' shirts
If relationship is effort I will match your work
I wanna be the one to make you happiest, it hurts you the most
Work it, make it, do it
Makes us harder, better, faster, stronger
N-n-now that that don't kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry
And relationship is effort, I will match your work
I wanna be the one to make you happiest and hurt you the most
They say the end is near, it's important that we
Play it play it for me
Now it feels like it could be romance
As we dance across the floor
Every move that your body makes
Only makes me want you
wouldn't know just how capable
I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you
'Cause it
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass'll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
Cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
Now if
I belong to you
But you were wrong so now what ya gon' do
Bad by myself
I can do bad, bad by my damn self
I can do bad by myself
Yo I done it
'Sorry Smithers Jones'.
Put on the kettle and make some tea
It's all a part of feeling groovie
Put on your slippers turn on the TV
It's all a part
I will be by your side
There is a light, that shines
Special for you, and me
Yeah, yo, yo, check it
It's kinda fresh you listen to more than
see you work the bitch, drop it to the flo'
Are you worthy of fuckin' with a pimp like me?
When the Twista get her in the bed
After I get the head I
the back? Come on! BIANC!
[Tech N9ne]
I like to hit it on flip
Don't trip
I make it worth it
If you nervous I got the service
That'll make you work it
You
And I need you here
Together we can make this thing work out
(We can make this thing work out)
To think about what we could miss
It makes me want
it's alright
They want your soul and your spirit
Make them understand
These things they never can have
Gotta work for your family
A community
But see me I wanna "Fuck for Free" like Akinyele
Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it
Inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y
Pour me another one
Make it a strong one
We're gonna have some fun tonight
I wanna be a castaway
And leave the world behind
Take a tropic
And it ain't no stopping this
I can't help it I'm an optomist
And Ima make ya head bop to this
And at the end you gon rock to this
Now say my name
make me yo 9 to 5 please
And never take an off day from me
When it's payday he get that
When it's my time he spend that
Ain't no other place he'd
A cold beer's got twelve ounces
A good truck's got maybe three hundred thousand
You only get so much until it's gone
Duracells in a Maglite
gettin' that degree at Stanford or Harvard
Threatened by my work ethic, the way I speak, yo
Should I be mentally weak, verse being Malik
Yo, should I be
up
I like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity), I got to bag it up, bag it up
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
But see me I wanna "Fuck for Free" like Akinyele
Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it
Inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y
he could only read her mind, she'd say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in
All work and no play
Makes Jack a dull chap
When it comes to the crunch
It s too much I've got to stop
No pain and no gain it s driving me insane
This ain't a bread scam just wanna bust head jams
She said ram me and play it man and I said DWAMM
[Chorus]
(Pornographic-ooo)
(Don't make you no
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