Lyrics:
stone"
We started talking by the candlelight
Her lips get closer to mine
We started dancing all around the room
Helped by a bottle of wine
Hey
stone"
We started talking by the candlelight
Her lips get closer to mine
We started dancing all around the room
Helped by a bottle of wine
Hey
the couple can't seem
To agree, Nicki, who is dressed in a black
T-shirt that says "FEELING
MYSELF, " cheerfully suggests that they poll
The room the producer,
on a Adderall, and I'ma count these millions out by hand
I'm infatuated with money, I can't never go broke again
I got NBA shooters coulda went to pro from how
out again
Now she love to bend
I said
Twerking
That get you ran through
Just like your man do
In person
We not a dance group
We set examples
Girl
[Verse 1: Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
to me
And seeing her secretly
I hated you when you dated me
Making love by candlelight
Hated you for your nice body
And for texting me tonight
Once again
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Typically by using two or more turntables and a cross
Don't
Don't
Don't
Don't fuck that girl you can get disease
Don't kiss Lizz on her lips
Make her beg on her knees
Got her whole face full of my kids
I
again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold
sit by myself
Poof
Then let's take it back again
Back back to Africa
Matriarchy is a fact
Black women per capita
Aye aye captain
You remain my queen
I
Who paints with black
Who paints with black
Who paints with black
Oh no
The wind won't resist me, my lips are cracked
The streets that I knew have run
Block and Foe Foe tread behind us
We doin everyday shit
The same shit again
Gettin paid and oh gettin skins
Black trucks bumpin is everyday
Try to bank
hard to miss
Yeah they lookin at my waist
And the way that it twist
They know that I’m gay
By the flick of my wrist
My lips so plump
That they wantin’
don't hurt me again
(I just wanna love again)
Sick of thuggin, Fuck the world
Lets run away by our lonely
Baby girl I wanna know you
Could you get to know
Your legs they did shudder again
And my mind it did backslide
As you lie back in my shoulder again
Your lips left me tongue tied
Your hands they did
Yeah
A chick-a-doom, chick-a-doom chick-a-doom
That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again
That's the joint, that's
to feel up on my breasts again
Shorty better guess again
I trick grips of chips and trips on you
You did flips when i tried to put the lips on you
Now
Got a shit-eatin' grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch,
Yeah
We up
Yeah yeah
We up
Black Team
Hell yeah we up
Yeah yeah
We up
Black Team
Yeah
We up
Yeah yeah
We up
Black Team
Hell yeah we up
Known by many
the path that we've chosen (Yes)
I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm living ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back
The red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana
Rode into town one day
And under his knees was a ragin' black stallion
And walkin' behind was
The red headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana
Rode into town one day
And under his knees was a ragin' black stallion
And walkin' behind was a bay
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