Lyrics:
Sugar, sugar
Baby dim the lights
So while I pour the wine
Set the music up nice and slow
Want to move with you inside a groove
Like no one's
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
What type of situation you in?
[Lloyd]
Girl you should know that,
I've got you on my mind
Your secret admirer
Girl I've been watchin you (you
know you that really care a lot for me
I wanna see you happy even if it's not with me
Hey, hey (ooh)
9-8 remix, c'mon
Tell me what you want from me
Tez was like, "We
Want you to be on Drake's remix" I
Was like, "How?" And he was like
"We're going to do it over
The phone" I'm like
"Shit i don't have
sound, call me
You want da G-mix, call me
Da remix, Ya ya
Ooh, nothing else wey Dey I go do
Money I go spend upon you
Girl I wanna do right by you
the remix
This is the remix
Every project, come on, come on
Destiny's Child, hey
(Destiny's Child)
Boy I know you want me
I can see it in your eyes
Pull up on these homies
Yea I know what this bitch say
You dont want this sundae
But you all up on my milkshake
Your ass so fat
You be shaking up
Wusup Q “yeaa yeaaa yeaaa”
Space jams 2 “yeaa yeaaa yeaaa” “ay”
Sqwahh you can hate and underestimate
LJ
Yuhh
Ay
Lava
Oh Lloyd yeaa they hate
the shooter
[Verse One: 50 Cent]
I'll bang out, I'll, I'll, I'll bang out
Find out shit is real when I'm at you with that thang out
Cause all kind of commotion
still on 10, might take that loot
The old folks see me, they like damn, Lil Dooley, you grew
I be like, damn, let me put you down
Oh, I go by Spiffy now
Grace “The Remix”
lyrics by Tamara Lloyd
Produced by Michael Loyd
Verse 1
In eternity past you thought about me
Knowing that I would be lost still
gotta love it, New York City (haha)
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on
My neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm doin' my thang (haha)
alone
But then I trip upon myself and I fall
I, I stand up, and then I'm okay
But then you print some shit
That makes me wanna scream
So do what you want
We been trapping
Gotta make this work
Remix the coke with all the maj
And I got banging dirt
Ooo
I'm never lacking I put family first
They want my
exhibition (yeah)
I'm the two-thousand Luke, 'case you didn't peep the vision (that's right)
Pop it, work it different, shake it for this intermission (ooh,
Fat Joe
And that bitch, Remy Martin
We thuggin'
You know the rest
Got the tank top on that show the vest
I know some chickens that be
AttenCHUN!
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, mix, mix, mix
Remix
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech
[Intro: Chorus]
So want you ride with me, my ghetto queen
You're all that I need
Cause she my ghetto queen, I give her what she need
Money ain't
[Intro: Chorus]
So want you ride with me, my ghetto queen
You're all that I need
Cause she my ghetto queen, I give her what she need
Money ain't
[Intro: Chorus]
So want you ride with me, my ghetto queen
You're all that I need
Cause she my ghetto queen, I give her what she need
Money ain't
Get me lit (oh, yeah)
(Oh, is that Kaniel again?)
Go crazy (oh, yeah)
It's the remix, remix, remix (oh)
Go crazy
Yeah, baby, I can put you
would you wine for me (W-W-Wine girl)
(Remix!) All I wanna do is see you wine for me (Move to the time)
Girl you roll it like a pro in the club
I can
Lil Mama be your girlfriend
Hey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me
No way, no way, no, it's not a secret
Hey, hey, you, you, I want to be your
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