:] Girl! Dont Make Wait Too Long [x3] [Girl:] Why I Wanna Fuck U With Ur Shoes On (Grl): Riiight I Wanna Fuck U With Ur Shoes On [Girl:] Yeaaaa All Day
it real lust hook: girl! dont make wait too long (3xs) (grl): why i wanna fuck u with ur shoes on (grl): riiight i wanna fuck u with ur shoes on (grl
[Hook:] Girl! Dont Make Wait Too Long [x3] [Girl:] Why I Wanna Fuck U With Ur Shoes On (Grl): Riiight I Wanna Fuck U With Ur Shoes On [Girl:] Yeaaaa
: [feat. Rick Ross] I got a house on my face, custom made glasses Lays on the [?], ashes to ashes, valee to vessel Known as an Aston, the oz [?], homie
s on Wednesday 23 in my Benz eh You know I love them 6?s especially on my bitches 13?s and them spandex on Thursday, it's your birthday And Friday I ain
your cheeks stay We got a mean team, Hip Hop dream team Them boys is only in the projects on green screen No security, put you on the respirator I'm
all got that different heat But when we move the macs for Game, we on the same beat So if you fuck with blood, then you fuck wit us And we ain't bustin
where your cheeks stay We got a mean team, Hip Hop dream team Them boys is only in the projects on green screen No security, put you on the respirator
: (feat. Rick Ross) Yeah good looking E-Class, I needed that Nigga What, Trilla, realer than fuck niggas You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys
it Everybody know (I'm a motherfucking monster) I'm a need to see your fucking hands at the concert I'm a need to see your fucking hands at the concert
Top down, it's upset been fucking the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet! You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long
hold a fucking body 1.5 for this brand new black Bugatti Jewels like I'm Slick Rick Ballet shoes lade dade I'm billin' myself, bitch you do the same Fuck
not a dream baby (radio killa killa killa) Or is it a dream [RICK ROSS] She graduated from the school of arts Now she swimmin in a pool of sharks Roughest niggas with
feat. R. Kelly) [Intro: Rick Ross {R. Kelly}] Legendary, Runners, You Know Me, {o ooooh, o ooooh}, Trilla, {o ooooh, o ooooh} [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Every
have a dream to be your worst nightmare, And now meet the boss of the cartel. [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes. And
back her hands give me back her touch I don't ask for much, but I fucked up I know I fucked up, I admit I fucked up, but everybody fucks up Now this
