Lyrics:
They thought that we’re friends or something like that
But maybe, we’re not.
They’re always people that want you down
Fuck them
Beat them by saying
Girl
If I never do you well, I no fit rest, oh
(oh) girl
I want you by my side everyday
Me no go fit to use you play
No matter what them people say
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
know you like to play
A holiday, so we’re away from all the voices, Yeah
In my head (Let me take you on a date)
You can come to my bed
I don’t wanna
Remember them days
We used to lay in bed and fidget our feet
Remember them days
I would have done anything for you
I would do anything for you
Remember
cried by myself for seven nights
But I know you don't care, so Nevermind
I would have given you all I had
There's still space for you in my bed
I don't
Hmmm Yeah
Baby take me on a trip
Sippin' Cocoa on that private jet
In my Louie V pajama set
So baby come get me out of bed
Now we rollin' down
Now I have a story that I'd like to tell
About this guy, you all know me I was scared as hell
He comes to me at night when I crawl into bed
He's
at the hotel, hotel (Daars a man daar bieter wat skiet met a gun)
Jump on our beds at the hotel, hotel (Een dag sal ek bly by die holiday inn)
Jump on our beds
(J-J-J-J-J.R)
Bust it ba-by
Ayy, can I please talk to my bust it babies real quick homie?
Let me bring you in my world (Plies, Ne-Yo)
And let you
Rolling into Christmas
Written by: Deitrick Haddon, T church, Marcus white, Marcus Hodge
We riding We riding
We rolling we rolling
Put your hand
sometimes
And what I gets to you most of all
Is when the holidays roll around
You got always to be by yourself
'Cause that's the time when the families get
place
She got other plays
You couldn't read her
By her cover page
Was cover girl
In her glamour days
She don't give a damn
That my money
Trap n gamble
Giving into love and sharing my time
Letting someone into my misery
I told it all step by step
How I landed on the island
And how I swam across
in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on
My
sweet dreams we rest our heads in our
Beds and forget the screams
Sound drowned by the festive sales machines
My gran would have been
Grateful for
Swag by the ounce, I could sell it by the ziplock
Funny nigga think he got stripes, oh you Chris Rock
Closet of full of kicks, on the strip wearing
expire
And if I get too tipsy keep me out of the fire
Party's growing last count there was 25 heads
There's two tents, three couches, and one double bed
Warrior Lyrics
By JusJrdn
Verse 1
Almost at the top, this is a wonderful feeling.
I’ve been conquering mountains, you just climbing up women.
And I wish
For my first and then second degree o
Followed by multimillion-dollar deals o
Make I turn to celebrity o
And I wish
Make I get my visa
Kin ma
bring forth the j-e-l-l-y jelly
Put the jelly back
You know I said
Put the jelly back
You don't know what it's like
To be a traveling sales manager
I can tell by your body language
That you ain't my enemy
But you fucking my enemies
Don't you mess up my energy (oh)
(Breathe)
I can tell that she's
earth packed hard and by one wall a raised platform
Some six foot by four covered by a simple sheet, the bed
The hunchback busied herself with small
pay like you weigh
You could come by, shit you can't say
That my girl Mya sing what I can't even say, c'mon
'Cause ain't nothing going on but
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