Lyrics:
right air right air right air right air right air right now
Tryna' get my hair right hair right hair right hair right hair right hair right now
Gotta put
can rock-n-roll like that
Check, check the facts
We can rock-n-roll like that
Let me hear that
She got that brown hair down there
Living her best life
To hold your hair
I was never there
To hold your
There to hold your hair
There to hold your hair
Drink yourself to sleep
Guttural porcelain emptiness
Got
Paris, Paris, Paris to Madrid Spain
Got damn Yo you saw that Yo she was bad dog
Shorty wasn't no square
Box braids in her hair
Versace shades for
when your hair's in a bun
We been at it for a while and you still ain't done
Let me get it back, feel it one more time 'fore you go
Start it off slow,
with hair
The Belgian way with hair
The Belgian way with hair
The Belgian way with hair
The Belgian way with hair
The Belgian way with hair
The Belgian
we press on
Getting so much older everyday, precious moments all just slip away, oh, oh, oh
Running out of hopeful words to say
I'm getting gray hair
pulling my hair tight
I need my shawty tonight
Scratching hugging my body i hope she don't bite
Giving her all my loving until she alright
I got her
1, 2
AK Murda, you know the vibe
1, 2
Missions impossible
New PM
OPM officially
The rest you bitches history
My hair weave hang down to my feet
This
I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair
I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair
I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair
And send him
I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair
I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair
I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair
And send him
Walk right in, sit right down
Daddy, let your hair hang down
Walk right in, sit right down
Daddy, let your hair hang down
Everybody's talkin' 'bout
I'm a phine for some fly ass kicks
Red bone ishhh
Red hairs shit It the its the it's the...
I'm a phine for some fly ass kicks
Red bone ishhh
Red
I let my hair grow out, cut my hair back down
It's a cycle
I let my hair grow out, cut my hair back down
Cycle
Bleachy smells on Saturdays
Cheap wine
look you wear
Bed hair, bed hair
Array of passion tangled there
We let the daylight reappear
Time is lost when you are here
Bed hair, bed hair
Soft
You're welcome home to comb my hair
To comb my hair
To comb my hair
To comb my hair
I got a place where we can be alone
Turn off the light and unplug
and this Henny got me drunk (got me drunk)
Blow dryer on me case a nigga need his hair done ('case a nigga need his hair done)
I'm in the party with my
I like your hair
When you're taking a bath
I like your hair
When you're sleeping
I like your hair
It smells like Barbie dolls'
I like your hair
And I
I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
And send him
if I wanna put my lips right there?)
Do you mind if I wanna pull on your hair?
(Do you mind if I wanna pull on your hair?)
Do you mind holdin'
Intro
Eh eh eh
oh oh eh eh
oh oh eh eh
oh oh oh
Chorus
Fine hair i've been need your attention
i've been need your attention please
Fine hair i've
tangled long hair smells like /oh/
I try to imagine what Jane Porter felt when she first met Tarzan.
Don't tie it up /oh/
Can you leave it down?
Leave your
Vállig ér, de fél év
és leér már derékig!
Úgy nő, ahogy Isten adta,
ollót, fésűt sosem látott haj!
Hair! Hair! Hair! Hair!
Nőjjön! Nőjjön!
I do my hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin'?
Feeling good as hell
Hair toss
Check my nails
Baby how you feelin'?
Feeling good as hell
Woo
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