Lyrics:
of yours we can go side by side
Or with that voice of yours we can turn the place into a music box
Ya baby girl come my way show me how your body operates
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'
With three subjects like this
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
do u girl hnh! u know I get the flow
Bad guy not looking for bad energy
Jus want a girl to blow my brains out like John Kennedy
She killing me girl
and take me a walk
It might make me feel better
I guess I'll go on by ol', ol' John's cabin
See what's happenin' down there
Sounds like the joints
Every time you're by my side, now, now, now, now
Oh yeah, you're my little baby (my little baby)
My little baby (my little baby)
My little baby (my
Hey, baby girl, I love your accent-cent-cent-cent
I think I like you more because your different
Oh, I ain't gotta ask I can tell you ain't from here
Woooooooo
She be my African girl
We be rocking non stop
Designers all for you
You shining, number one
Hey you looking so peng when you walk by
Baby girl I'm
got a new bitch, her ass fat like Serena
Get my cash up by a house in Argentina
Girl come stay with me, I'll show him how to treat ya
Baptize your
you leave me)
Baby baby baby (baby baby baby)
Stand by my side (stand by my side)
Let me tell you girl
My love for you runs deeper
Deeper than
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
All night girl, all night
You girl
(Oh John Gelacio, that's my boy)
Kissin you at the red light
And we don't gotta rush girl we
the lights off
And trust my baby's still gon' shine
I thank Him that He gave her to me
I'm so glad to call her mine
You're my girl my girl my girl
You know
nigga had helped to feed my baby girl
Didn't care that Kamikaze just broke down from all the stress
Wasn't there at six that mornin, when my car got
bells in my ear
Reception in Spain honeymoon in zaire
Mi need yuh fi breed by di end of this year
Of if you girl fi mi brighten my world fi mi
This
the heat, baby girl you're like a furnace
Let me see them hips move, ratatata
I got fits I got drip like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Let me get my swing on, chachachacha
Uh, woo, you see
I go by the name of Kan the Louis Vuitton Don
I'm with my home girl
Who need to hook me up
With some of her home girls (don't
the sand
I can see us on the countryside
Sitting on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
No be small thing
Kele see me wan jump on my john Thomson
This kind thing
Make me feel like say I be Micheal Jackson
No be small thing
They Dey spy
Well I'm a Fugee on mic I'm checkin' comin' from my temple
With a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple
I'm the girl "Yankee" rollin' wit'
girl
Baby you my dream girl
I could take you by the soul
I could make you my forever
I could give you all the love
That I've been hidding
In the crevise
Hmmmm
Tikitiini. T
It's b2 babe
Till I die baby, feel that
Girl your bombom bad
Me I can't think far
When it comes from down
Me I can't think
your star player baby
Strumming G strings like I'm fuckin John Mayer baby
Yea, oh, now lemme get into it
My bros really splash brothers, you a Kevon
Yo
Come here baby girl
Yo
I say come here baby girl
Yo
I say come here baby girl
Yo
What you doing
Yo
You a boss bitch
Ima boss nigga too
I saw you
let me hit that
Don’t you never tell me baby that we’re done here
Oh yeah, you’d always be mine
Oh, girl I love it when we combine
Your soul and my
Words and music by John Kay, Rocket Ritchotte and Michael Wilk
Hey baby, you and I should get together
Hey, baby, come on girl, let's get away
Just
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