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[The-Dream] Shawty Rock To The Beat For Ya Boy Shawty Do It [Fabolous] Hey Its Loso Incase U Aint Kno So Ay Dream Let Me Tell U About Shorty [The-Dream] Rock To The Beat For Ya Boy Radio Killa,Killa,Killa [Rap: Fabolous] Shorty Is The Shh Shh Shh Suga Honey Ice-T Prettiest one I See Lil Mama Icy They Say She A Peice I Heard They are Fisty U Kno How To Treat Her She`ll Be Sweeter Den A Hi-C Clean Her Very Nicely Shoes Are Kinna Pricy Match Em Up Percisly Good Jeans Nice T Like Her Food Spicy And She Is Tha Same Hotter Then A Flame But I Do Not No Her Name Is It Keisha?,Is It Tiesha?, Maybe Lisa, Or Taurissa, It Could Be Tia, Maybe Aaliyah, I Guess I`ll Find Out One Day Before That Ima Say [Verse 1] Shawty Fly, Shawty Tight Shoulda Stayed There All Night With You (You) With You I Missed Ya, Picked Ya Now Its Time I Get Back Up With You(You) Girl With You Oh Yeah We Used To Kick Up At The Park Now She`s All Growwn Up (Up) Rockin Them Stilettos Jumpin Up Outta That Mercedes Truck (Truck) [Bridge] It Was Kiesha It Was Sonya It Was Tonya It Was Monique It Was Nece It Was Keke Now I See You At 23 All I Can Say Is [Chorus] Oooooooo,Ooooo And I Don`t Need No Hook For This Hit Cuz Shawty Right There's A 10, A 10 Shawty You A 10 A 10 Shawty You A 10 A 10 Shawty You A 10 A 10 [Verse 2] Need Your Keys So Waltz On Me Burberry Fragance On My Shirt From When She (****) Me Hard As A Rock From When She Touched Me Thinkin Now That She Would`ve Loved Me What It Is, What It Ain`t, Tell Me What To Do I Know Im Late But Destiny Brought Me Back To You Time Went Byturned You Into A Butterfly So I Say Hello, Tell Yo Nigga Goodbye [Bridge] It Was Kiesha It Was Sonya It Was Tonya It Was Monique It Was Nece It Was Keke Now That I See You At 23 All I Can Say Is [Chorus] Oooooooo,Ooooo And I Don`t Need No Hook For This Hit Cuz Shawty Right There's A 10, A 10 Shawty You A 10 A 10 Shawty You A 10 A 10 Shawty You A 10 A 10 [Verse 3] If She Fine, If Shawty Is A Dime You Should Tip Her, You Should Tip Her If She Go, And You Love Her You Should Tip Her, You Should Tip Her If She Fix You Eggs And Grits In The Morning You Should Tip Her, You Should Tip Her Pancakes With The Bacon On The Side (You Should Tip Me, You Should Tip Me) Shawty Rock To The Beat For Ya Boy Yeah,Yeah,Yeah Rock To The Beat For Ya Boy Now To See You At 23 All I Can Say Is Oooooooo,Ooooo And I Don`t Need No Hook For This Hit Cuz Shawty Right There's A 10 |
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| 2. |
| 4:10 |
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[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes More money means more dough to blow (blow) More money means more dough to blow (blow) More money means more dough for blow [Rick Ross] Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set A nigga with a attitude, take it outta context Riding with them big things, lookin' like a bomb threat Bin Laden beard, afghan in a bomb vest Ross, stranded on the death row Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro She wanna gaze at the stars Through a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the jar Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share I'm in a realist state, and a realist state of mind We came from trigger play, kill a nigga for a dime I'm tryna chill today, I got a million on my mind Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow your mind [Chorus] [Rick Ross] More trips, more whips, more money, I'm more rich More haters, more clips, more jewels, more Chris Half a hundred grand and some rubber bands ? off fast in my other hand On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand All soft balls, all bases covered man More trucks, more bucks, more freaks, more butts I see the vision, from club vision to ? I get brain, I bust nuts in each states Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's, there it goes Baby girl, come talk with the boss I pop a Jose bottle, you can kick your shoes off [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Ever seen a fat boy in a big body Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it Lease apartments to get kicked out it Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it We don't take you for the view, this is what I do When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross) Let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man Get a lap dance (and if you get my dick hard) This your last chance (to hop up in that big car) With the Fat Man (certified Hood Star) But he a millionaire (look bitch I'm going far) This the movement, a few niggas you wanna move with Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit Ha, they say life's a bitch But close your eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross [Chorus: x2] |
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| 3:48 |
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(Yeah y'all must done lost y'all mind)
Shawty Redd on the track (Aye bruh) What's happenin' homie (they rappin' like you makin' beats like me) I hear em nigga Shawty Redd on the track I trap all day trap all night Money all day I got money all night Why they keep sayin' yeah I don't even know I got court tomorrow I don't need to go I don't need a show I got shit to do Only God can judge me Who the fuck is you? They say who dat? Nigga we dat Today is trey day so I guess I'm tryin' to three dat Never have I ever served a nigga where he sleep at D's be at ya door nigga you ain't tryin' to see that See my suicide watch stay on suicide watch Kill yaself yeah them suicide rocks Had the nerve to write me a dear Young letter Killin' em Young you shoulda known better I paid too much you niggas play too much Let the swag do the talking I don't say too much You niggas sayin' too much Mr. 17.5 you niggas payin' too much [Chorus] They say who dat? Nigga we dat Shawty redd on the track They say who dat? Nigga we dat Reportin' live from the trap They say who dat? Nigga we dat Shawty redd on the track They say who dat? Nigga we dat Young live from the trap I don't chase no broads I chase money and power Next time I reup I'm a buy me a chopper And I ain't talkin AK's I'm talkin' shit wit propellers Fly to the club make my old bitch jealous Thug motivation this is straight celebration I see Gizzle in his chopper outside Central Station This ain't a mixtape but the tape's mixed Black tape red tape all on one brick Get it on the flo' get get it on the flo Last night I swear to God half a mil on the flo Fell asleep on the money like a pillow on the flo Woke up got money had to get it off the flo [Chorus] What you know about twenty grand stuffed in a white sock Pull off in a white drop like I play for the White Sox Play wit them white blocks play wit them white squares You call it what you want who the fuck cares? I don't never sleep, why? too paranoid, OK State of paranoia all I do is call my lawyer Tell em I know them niggas that might have a lil' trouble OK you knows me if you beat it I pay you double Y'all niggas knows me if I want to I make it double Just know it's water whipped so you might have a lil' trouble Might move a little slower might get a few complaints Say he ran outta gas he might need a half a tank Thank God it's Friday fresh off the highway Seen too many's out he bout to pull in the driveway Where? In the driveway Take the work out, cut the duct tape Check the work out, young! |
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| 4. |
| 4:01 |
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[Puff Daddy]
I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, Eh eh, eh eh, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, eh eh, eh eh, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, Check it out... [Notorious B.I.G] NIGGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGAJe-sus the notorious just, Please us with your lyrical thesis, We just chillin, Milk em top billin, Silk and pure linen, Me and little Cease, Malibu sea breeze, Dom P's, Palm trees, Cats lay in Pablo, In milked out diablos, The Williest, Bitches be the silliest, The more I smoke, The smaller the phillie gets, Room 112 where the players dwell, To stash more cash than Burn and Hale, Inhale, Make you feel good like Tony Toni Tone (feels good), Dig up in your middle like Monie (yeah), Don't know me, But your settin up to blow me, Try to style, Fly up north with a homie (yes), It's style is dondatta, Playas stay splurgin', Game so tight, They call it virgin... [112] Oh I need to know, Where we stand, Do we share this special thing called love, I know I do, What about you, I just can't get enough of the time... I need you in my life, Where do we go, What do I do, I can't live without your love, Thinkin' of you, Makes me feel, Like I am the only one for you, [Chorus:] Girl I want to be with you, No one else, Only you, Why can't we just, Make it happen, Baby, I need you in my life... Every time I'm with you, Never want it to come to an end (thought I told you that we won't stop), You always make me so happy, You'll always have a place in my heart... I need you in my life, Where do we go, What do I do, I can't live without your love, Thinkin' of you, Makes me feel, Like I am the only one for you, [Mase] Now you can hum all you want to, Cum all you want to, Money I'mma front you, Girl I wanna flaunt you, I'mma always want you, When nobody want you, If I die now my love will still haunt you, Mase ain't the one that will pay for your phone, Mase be the one that will take you home, Even though I'm not the one that gave you the stone, All your nights alone, I could make you moan, Everybody know I got more bounce than the ounce, Bad Boy get more money than you can count, Why I'm buying things you can't even pronounce, I'd do it to your cat for a large amount, And when the beef come you know where to be found, Why I be around till the winner is announced (the winner is), So there ya go girl with thousands in ya palms, Why you can't let by gones be by gones... [112] Where do I go, What must I do, If I can't live without your love, Thinkin' of you, makes me feel, baby, Like I am the only one for you, [Chorus] [Puff Daddy] I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, Eh eh, eh eh, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, eh eh, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop... |
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| 3:27 |
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This it right here homie!
7 8 7 haha! They told me to get my swag up! Blood raw is dat you? I dun see no other way Ahh Okay Bro Na wat im talkin bout (Chorus x2) The only thing bout me, kid i got swag The way I count it up and throw it in my louie bag Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag (Blood Raw) One thing bout raw, raw got swag Raw hit da mall and I dont pop tags Raw stay clean, raw stay fresh You know those must be 87's in them jeans (i guesss) I Bought em in miami ship em hoes up to blue vault Musta had 20 chickenheads up in dat u-haul I move so smooth, cus them jack boys back track Half a quarter mill in da brown louie nap sack (Chorus x2) The only thing bout me, kid i got swag The way I count it up and throw it in my louie bag Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag (Young Jeezy) Now dese sant pata, cost me alotta Pasta spegettii you can send em we ready Same color as ?????, countin da karate Make tha doors spin around and round house somebody Shoes by louie, sippin on louie Look I cant even lie all my bitches know im louie One thing about young, young swag wit it Da only nigga in da drought wit a 19 ticket, lets get it (Chorus x2) The only thing bout me, kid i got swag The way I count it up and throw it in my louie bag Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag Its in my louie bag, yea its in my louie bag (Young Jeezy, Blood Raw) (Jeezy)One thing about young, young got swag (Raw)One thing about raw, raw got swag (Jeezy)Da one thing about me, yea i got swag (Raw)Da one thing about me, yea i got swag (Jeezy)Now lemme see it (Raw)Swag swag swag swag (Jeezy)Now lemme see it (Raw)swag swag swag swag (Jeezy)Now lemme see it (Raw)Swag swag swag swag (Jeezy)Now lemme see it (Raw)Swag swag swag swag HAHA!!!! |
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| 3:51 |
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Umma do me umma do me
umma do me You just do you umma do me umma do me umma do me You wear Reebok I wear Bally You smoke Michy I smoke Cali You wear Enyce but I wear Loui I drop 600 boys on these coochies You really like her you might wife her I don't like her so I one night her You make is sprinkle I make it tsunami You get chump change but I get money You like dancin I just two step You like to trick off but I don't do that You don't tote guns I keep that tooly Wanna see how it's done Watch me do me You just do you and what umma do me umma do me umma do me You just do you and what umma do me umma do me umma do me Wanna see how it's done Then watch me do me watch me do me watch me do me Wanna see how it's done Then watch me do me watch me do me watch me do me What's that new Dolces These here chrome heart You need a key for yours Me my shit auto start Man I talk to the car the car talk back Then I step up out the car watch the car back back aye Yo money funny my money talk While we talking money look this how money walk Playa why you limpin It could be two things like what Them fifteens or whole stacks in my blue jeans That's last years model me I'm in that new thing Black flips black sack call em shoestrings Aye who you with Frank n Roll best thing since the TV Pay attention let me show you how to do me You just do you and what umma do me umma do me umma do me You just do you and what umma do me umma do me umma do me Wanna see how it's done Then watch me do me watch me do me watch me do me Wanna see how it's done Then watch me do me watch me do me watch me do me You like the fo door me I just do two If you ain't getting money nigga I'm nothin like you I'm from the ol school you from the new school My ol school cost more than your new school Just got a new school that's what I'm use to Suede around the panoramic equals clear view You in my rear view yeah you history skkrrrt First to second two seconds I love a six speed I swag it out uh felt my swag The shoes match the hat the hat match my bag These niggas mad you don't like it nigga sue me Wanna see how it's done then watch me do me You just do you and what umma do me umma do me umma do me You just do you and what umma do me umma do me umma do me Wanna see how it's done Then watch me do me watch me do me watch me do me Wanna see how it's done Then watch me do me watch me do me watch me do me |
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| 3:58 |
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(Intro: U.S.D.A.)
I Said Yeah Niggaaa.. (Ay Yeah) This U.S.D.A. Right Here Homie (Ay Yeah Boi) You Know We Back Muh F**ker (Ay Yeah) Mr. 17.5 I Tried To Tell 'Em Home (Ay Yeah Boi) Slick Pulla, Blood Raw (Ay Yeah) When This Shit Come On In The Club Nigga (Ay Yeah Boi) All The Real Niggas Lose A Nigga (Ay Yeah) Now The Bad Bitches Know What It Is (Ay Yeah Boi) Homie..... (Chorus: Jeezy) You Know We Keep That White Girl (Christina Aguillera) My Jewelry To Loud Baby Girl I Cant Hear Ya I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Is The Topic They Know We Run The Streets Man Them Boys Best Stop It You Know We Keep That White Girl (Christina Aguillera) My Jewelry To Loud Home Boy I Cant Hear Ya I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Is The Topic They Know We Run The Streets Man Them Boys Best Stop It (Young Jeezy:) Fresh White T In My All White Caddy Yea She Your Girl But She Call Me Daddy Smokin' Nothin' But The Best You Could Call This Cali Half A Brick On The Seat You Could Call That Sally A Lil' Paranoid You Could Call Me Crazy Last Time He Came Through He Spent 'Bout A Buck Eighty (Damn) About A Buck Eighty Yeah A Hundred Eighty Thou' Matter Fact Nigga I'm Runnin' Through The Change Right Now (Chorus) (Slick Pulla:) Who It Be Your Boy Slick P Clean Muscle Car Brand New Wit The Big Feet Blowin' My Smoke' Pourin' Up The Fo' You Could Tell By The Gear That The Kid Get Dough 62's Jumpin' We Call 'Em Mangos Got 'Em Goin' For The 12 Yeah We Got Em For The Low 2 Cell Phones My Nextel Metro Keep My Spot Bunkin' Open Like The 24 (Chorus) (Blood Raw:) Yeah Raw Steam Got His Name From The Raw Not A Stone In This Muh F**kin Chain Got A Flaw Yeah I'm Talkin' Bout The White Thang My Niggas In The Projects Yea They On The Same Thang My Lil' Senorita Call Her Spanish Fly I Know A Couple Zo's So I Holla At My Guys Say What You Know Bout Them White Blocks Yeah I'm Talkin' Bout The White Squares Move Them By The Twos So They Goin' By The Pairs (Chorus) You Know We Keep That White Girl (x3) |
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| 3:55 |
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chea Ace Hood
see mama all i want you to do is hold it down for me I want you to be my ride or die while i go get this money i promise im get us out the hood baby even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood listen Baby look just ride with me swear that i got us mama one thing i love about it see you aint wit that drama you be my ride or die like bonnie imma play the clyde promise to move you out the hood into a bigger house that's why you never trip im grindin bump a 9 5 gotta get this money paper callin but you never whine gotta ask the cash come with bags you should see your eyes that's why i suprise about you stacks to ease your worried mind cuz when im gone lil mama home alone at every time you never blowed my phone up yet cuz you respect the grind and you never holla bout a problem keep it on the line my gutta baby never maybe always gonna ride even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood and um we can do them long vacations thinking jamaica lately cant take them deep relations baby just keep it patient shawty know what i do shawty know who i be you know im in these streets the only way that we gon eat i keep it gutta never cut her when we in them sheets i get sum cutta grap the duffle then im in the streets come back with bundles pimp a half a g and louiev but you aint trippin never question bout a niggag we keep it real aint no other that could fill ya sneak's i ride for you you ride for me that's where we need to be i hold you down you hold me down and i fulfill your dreams your my beyonce im hova wont you ride with me even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood now what's the definition of a rider through it all they gon stand right beside ya if you got one look em in the eyes tell em you gon ride tell em you gon ride till the wheel fall off or the day that i die that's on my life aint nun wrong wit tryna love somebody tryna tell you shawty that ace and i promise this to you imma get us out this hood into them places that you thinkin that you never could but you gotta ride like them tires on the mini coop imma get this cash paper bags and give half to you forget them haters keep you tailored see whats sexy too and i like your body all i think about is doin you and i love the money so i guess it's like doin two you ride or die same smile when you see the loot even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood yea yea yea we gon make it out we gon make it out this hood |
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| 3:35 |
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For the block boy, take it rough...
[Scarface] Everyday it's been the same old thang on my block Ya either workin or ya slangin cocaine on my block Ya had to hustle, cuz that's how we was raised on my block And ya stayed on ya hop until ya made you a knot On my block, to hangout was the thang back then And even when ya left out, ya came back in To my block, from Holloway, Belford, to Scotts Reed road the blocks, we load the spots Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots On yo' block you probably bred a Fat Pat or Tupac Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee-high And even when it was stormin outside, that nigga'd be by That's me dawg, on my block, I ain't have to play the big shot Niggaz knew me back when I was stealin bell from Shamrock And my nickname was Creepy, if Black June could see me He'd be, trippin - and I'd bet he still try to tease me [Chorus] My block - where everything is everything fa sheezy My block - we probably done it all homey believe me My block - we made the impossible look easy, fa sheezy My block - I'd never leave my block, my niggaz need me [Scarface] On my block, we duck the nigga-haters and the cops Fuck a hotrod, we race Impalas, chromed-out On my block - it ain't no different than the next block Ya get drunk and pass out, and they back ya to the house And when you wake up on the couch you goin right back at it On my block when ya that fucked up they laugh at it On my block, it's just another day in the heart of the Southside of Houston Texas, makin ya mark On my block, we're cueing all the time, playin dominoes Keep the swishers sweet down until my mama goes back inside -- then we can fight Pass it around a few times to get high [Chorus] - 2X [Scarface] On my block, everybody business ain't ya business What's goin on in this house is stayin here, comprende? On my block, ya had to have that understanding Cuz if ya told Ms. Mattie, she went and told Gladys And once ya mama got it, it was all on the wire And when the word got back, the set yo' ass on fire On my block, we got some 'Nam vets shell-shocked Who never quite got right, now they inhale rocks On my block - it's like the world don't exist We stay confined to this small little section with dividends Oh my block, I wouldn't trade it for the world cuz I love these ghetto boys and girls born and raised, on my block... ... [Chorus] - 2X |
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| 4:19 |
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Damn damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like man got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Verse 1: Now you can tell my stilettos cost about nine hundred I'm in Miami actin ghetto hollerin out Shy run it And you can see I hold the crown ain't no taken it from me I let my chain hang down from my neck to my tummy I got a pet pink poodle named FiFi I love taking pictures cause these bitches wanna be me I only swim in Donatella or some Givenchy You can catch me on the yacht we chasin vodka wit some Fiji You bitches ain't know I do this shit for fun My daddy got that paper I been rich since I was one Been living in them mansions been soaking up the sun Can see me in that Rolls or that Ferrari either one Before you try to holla at me know I'm bout that paper And I'ma I'ma a hustler I don't need no package saver They feelin all my flava and that ass so plush Before you take a look make sure them haters don't touch I got 'em sayin' Hook: Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like blam got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like man got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Smoke's Rap: She's a ten in them nines with stilettos With a figure 8 frame in them 7 jeans 6-5-4-3-2-1 Let's go She's a trophy I put her on a pedestal Damn the can be feelin the way it shake I wanna jam it in her jello Anything for me she want it Like a beast she be so funky you can see it from the front She got more ass than a team of donkeys Itty bitty waist like a bumble bee Titties plump please Dolly Parton up When she walk through and make way for the double D's I love that pretty brown round She shaking got me shook Cause her print so fat between her thighs It look just like a camel foot Can I look can I rub it Matter fact fuck that let me cut it Can I touch it can I grab it That hairy nappy fat rabbit Meet me there I take a flight Your dark chocolate fittin to be up in the air like a kite Caught up in the Chicago wind Just to be up in your guts from dust to dawn Humpin like a camel back From am from pm from pm to am I'll beat it up like a punching bag Hook: Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like blam got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like man got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Verse 3: Hold up wait a minute step back let a nigga just catch my breath Got 'em all up on it want it Watch it go right to left Watch it go up and down like that Watch it go front to back Hope it don't hurt too bad Cause it's gonna make me mad You like it how I do it fast Love it how I do it slow They Like it how I move it up and down and make that booty roll They see that pussy swoll It be so juicy Ohh He said he wanna try to take me home and eat that pussy whole Said he never had the chance But he gotta have a taste And he was like a kid and I was like shit I just wanna ride the face And that's just how I play 'em I ain't never been out to lay 'em My shit's so mean up in them jeans And now I gotta 'em sayin Hook: Damn damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like blam got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it |
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