this is understood Chorus 1: Baby Make my body go Crazy Make me lose control Baby Make my body go Oh Oh Oh Verse 2: I don't need you to pay my car note
go up on a ends Fi chack a one jubilee Di way she rub me down And make me feel so nice Me say haffi left And go ah studio go voice Ayanna please
kiss I like it when you whip yo hair, but that's Willow fault I speak body language, fuck pillow talk We can wake up 'round noon on a saturday And make
like it when you whip yo hair, but that's Willow fault I speak body language, fuck pillow talk We can wake up 'round noon on a saturday And make a fuckin
I like it when you whip yo hair, but that's Willow fault I speak body language, fuck pillow talk we can wake up 'round noon on a saturday and make a
close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my chest
remember what you read Just forget what the others have said get it through your head, use your brain before you go to bed And it takes only one sperm cell to make
: [Juvenile voice:] I love my music, my nasty music, it makes me happy, when I am sad, You don't know how, how much I love it, please don't take my 2
body, the shit you say Will make any man want to stay 'Cause being with you is all I ask And fucking you will be my task My lonely nights will be filled
she wanted it again That was jet-set, so soft and wet Now Kisha's on my tip, and that you can bet Until one day I got caught in the act With my girl
Gotti, Tony Soprano Joey Banana and the great Tony Montana All of 'em mixed in one fixed to done I like playing six-to-one This is fun, shooting my guns, counting my
, is that right? [synth voice] Only God can judge me now Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else All you other motherfuckers get out my business [Verse One
leave she has low self esteem he's got gravitational pull sucks her body till her heart and her limbs grow cold Hang in there use your head how can I love you after you're dead hang
-5 high make me not give a fuck Chorus (Lloyd Banks) But as long as I'm here I'm gonna grab checks and make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks poverty will make
my highest voices. For smiling when my strife was all too obvious. For being so disassociated from my body, and for not letting go when it would've been
my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin, I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
t let go. They done labeled my nigga psychotic; bitches has got him sittin' on death row. Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, "one
