Lyrics:
fuck
But baby girl tell you what
You just drop yo pants
And we do the little naked dance all around the room
And the neighbors gone be like what
Ohh baby I appreciate you
Your daddy's trynna be the man
You're little so you're unaware
But in no time, you'll know how much
Baby
Nobody knows how I
said, "I got it goin' on, baby doll, and I'm on fire"
Took her to the hotel, she said, "You're the king"
I said, "Well, be my queen if you know what I
said, "I got it goin' on, baby doll, and I'm on fire"
Took her to the hotel, she said, "You're the king"
I said, "Well, be my queen if you know what I
keeps on passing by
You'll be my baby boy
Every time I look at you
I can't believe
I've found a love so true and
I took time to put
My trust in
keeps on passing by
You'll be my baby boy
Every time I look at you
I can't believe
I've found a love so true and
I took time to put
My trust in
the middle
I don't think that I fit in
I felt that way since I was little
I always get my heart broke
By a chick from Sacramento
I always find a way to lose
I will always be true to you
Uh, it really blows my mind
Uh, to know that you're not mine
It hurts to know my little dream might turn into a nightmare
When I get to Warwick Avenue
Meet me by the entrance of the tube
We can talk things over a little a while
Promise me you won't step out of line
[Verse
fight like the martyrs
Go to the cottage get another armour
What is this pub-like drama?
Count me out baby, I'm too somber
You a prima-donna
All by
You nah I mean? Be clear, baby
Funkmaster Flex, DMX
I'm fucking built for this shit right here
That "T" would help though
Here we go again
Yeah,
Uh, uh, ayy
I really, I really like you baby
Don't be mad at me
Babe
For what I'm about to ask, don't be ashamed
I just love you girl
Babe
Amiri denim
And my sneakers
Made by Louis V
I'm in the Yams
Vibing with a little Spanish thing
A nigga lit
I'm really fire dripping kerosene
It might look
stressing
In my life you like a blessing
Tatted and you kinda ghetto
I don't want ya wild side
By my side you gone be melo
Im just tryna bring you up
I be
This is for the women
That's hustling for they children
Trying to get them gifts just for Christmas
Know you do what you got to, to get it baby
Hold
tells him, "sweetie, sweetie, sweetie mine," but he spaces out and thinks to himself all the time:
My baby's got a stick stuck out her beak.
My baby
nigga glad to be alive
And as the days go by, I thank god for watching mines
Praying that I remained in fire
The same man that I was, which starts from
little baby's grave
Stella was as young as she was brave
And what I'd give to go there again
Kiss my daddy's face, hold my mama's hand
Little did I
the sharing
I got em wondering why
I don't got me a carriage
Cause you be my baby
I know that it's crazy
We don't gotta hurry
Like that shit was Haiti
I know if
I'm a drive you crazy
Til you'll be my baby
Cause you're giving the signs
Just a matter of time
Til you're mine
So you stay on my mind 24/7
could you be thinkin'?
Don't you know that she's mine
Better re-think it
I know, I know, I know shawty fine
But she took like a motherfuckin' crook,
Let me love you, let me be the one to give you everything you want and need, yeah
Baby, good love and perception, make me your selection
Show you who
to go
Then say it
Want me to stay
Don't be afraid, baby, show it
Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid, oh, don't break this heart of mine
Now's
smooth and hot)
What? What? What? What?
Will Smith:
Here come the butter baby
Bringing it smooth and hot
Got the staff from K-B
Singing this groove
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