Lyrics:
those hips until I step in
Pull you close so we can slow dance
Oh damn
Did you feel that
Did you feel that
Cus I felt it too
Come close let me kiss behind
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
enough to even be curious
And we lose like every game, so every day I be furious
So, the spirit of a nigga had changed
To the point I had to reframe
in front of your mama
You get pounded (Ugh)
Treat the track like Rihanna
And "Chris Brown" it
Huh, and you say New York City
(Only describe us
And go back to the hotel (same thing)
Nothing glamorous, we're just doing our thing
I come home to shadiness at least eighty percent of the time
telling sit down
We can go a couple rounds
Leave your face the way I would if I were Chris brown
Squinting just to catch these bars I guess I took this
trynna cut me short
Just like Chris Brown
Stomp the yard
These niggas don't want no war
Bitch I got a hunnid bars
When I slide down the block
Got a blunt
Nigga, it's Mr. Off The Bean Nigga tried to run up, he got hit up with that fuckin' bean
Every time we try to spin this block, this nigga never there
of America
America had formed a Nino Brown in every city
Basically because we have no way out
Ah, is that what America really wants us to think
That we
all that, everyday I need ya
And every time I see ya, my feelings get deeper
I miss ya, I miss ya, I really wanna kiss you but I can't
Scott Storch
Game
Chris Brown
The meanest the meaner, but the second I seen her
Had me open, got me lookin', losin' all my control
Scott Storch
Game
Chris Brown
The meanest the meaner, but the second I seen her
Had me open, got me lookin', losin' all my control
crying in my arms
But every time you drink you wanna argue until bed
And every time I think i'd be better off instead
Your brown eyes make me weak with
The only road I see is by your side
And know I really could be that guy
I know we stay up real late sometimes
I know we rush things
We should wait sometimes
ahead and kiss the ground
Get 'em up
Get 'em get 'em up
The fresh restored mustang small block 302
Drove by the bank a dozen times this afternoon
(Skoal) by Cledus T. Judd and Chris Clark La-Po Music/Chris Clark Publishing Designee.
New Lyrics (Stoled) by Cledus T. Judd, Bruce Burch, Dan Saranana,
Kiss me (Kiss me), kiss me (Kiss me)
And when you do, I'll know that you
Will miss me (Miss me), miss me (Miss me)
If we ever say Adieu so
Kiss me
I come through don't make a sound
Chucking the deuce like Chris Brown
He get move quick like bricks by the pound
Careless who before me cause I'm here
thinking
Who knows?
Maybe she cares
Who knows?
Maybe she cares
Not a day goes by she don't cross my mind
I still think about her like all the time
I see
beat fast?
I want this to last
Need you by my side
'Cause every time we touch, I feel the static
And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky
Can't
by the hour
Might end up dancing like I’m Chris brown while I beat it like I’m bench pressing Not even pulling out her
Drive time
While she watching
the start
And I'd get captivated by her luscious curly hair
Creative in whatever style she choose to wear
Her lovely full brown lips come equip
With a soft
We're all lost souls
Who can't come home
The Friend's not here
We shared our tears
One day at a time
Inch by inch
For every kiss
On lovers' lips
marvelous, they're wonderful
We can't
We can't say they're inferior anymore)
But every time we drive-by and shoot
Every time we car-jack
Every time we use
_ "Every Little Thing")
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