Lyrics:
One day you'll see
Your change in ways are gonna turn on you
You are busted and you can't be trusted baby,
(Yeah c'mon c'mon yeah yeah c'mon c'mon
difficile.
Écrit par Amiel Lord
Année: 2019.
Instrumental by Freaky Joe . Record by Amiel Lord . Mixing by Black James
pants qui drop et le top qui part, un kid de plus 9 mois plus tard
Damn, elle aime get freaky sur mon dadbod
J'veux pas de kids à l'infini parce que ma
laid in the club
When I hit the club
Mon it's time to party
Honey in the back lookin real sexy
Hair nails matching her shoes
Written by: Marlon
C'mon, let's get
Pop in love
I know you pop-you-lar
Admitted the club
But I just want to toss you up
Before I
Swallow you whole
I need to wash
job, cause now you're on the nightshift
I got you workin on the nightshift
I got you workin on the nightshift
Check it out, I go by the name
everybody, c'mon we out
Took her to the six dollar hole in the wall
And I like how she's holdin' the balls
Gobble, gobble from the incision
Stuff that bitch
(c'mon)
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it (oh fo' sho)
Love that you like it (oh fo' sho)
Love that you like it (oh
(c'mon)
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it (oh fo' sho)
Love that you like it (oh fo' sho)
Love that you like it (oh
Party so lit c'mon and let's vibe
I don't know who you came with but girl you fine
I'ma make you mine by midnight
Just don't worry bout nobody you just
Doggytyle, yeah
B.I.G.
Uhh, to all the ladies in the house
Where they at?
Uhh, uhh, check it out
C'mon B.I.
Another day in the ghetto
One
Doggytyle, yeah
B.I.G.
Uhh, to all the ladies in the house
Where they at?
Uhh, uhh, check it out
C'mon B.I.
Another day in the ghetto
One
HTown heats over Stockholm beats
It's Moon and Big Mon about to stop your streak
We don't sleep making rappers retreat
Our release on repeat,
dividends, with all my friends
'Cause I was in the lounge, they was on the Greyhound
Like in and out of town, moving coke by the pound
Like guess it
MMmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!
Make Love!
Gonna make love to you woman,
gonna lay you down by the fire,
and caress your womanly body make you moan and prespire,
weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't
and niggaz with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I
Legs up legs down
Legs up legs down
Legs up legs down
Legs up
I know I cant save you cause I'm not Jesus
Me a Bod Mon girl me a mistreat it
I'd put it
shit outwards
Going up what the fuck is a downward
Fuck nigga say he can't stand me
Turn up the gang yea we might win a grammy
Freaky ass hoe make her
So lay with me
Yeah we're lookin good, raidin the skivvies now
Stand by for coordinates on that supply drop
and make it heavy on the lotion,
playin' shotgun
Like, I used to serve that bitch, c'mon
Really really good
I mean and you gotta shirt and tie
You wack ass nigga
Wack niggasi don't even
Look at me señorita on the street yeah
So fly so freaky in the sheets uh
Look at me baby can't you see baby
You're with the wrong girl
You're with
best
She would tell you the same
Baddie tuggin' on my belt
That freaky shit dives me insane
Fuck it, romancing
Cummin' in sync
I just hit from the back
I go by the name Toby Thugger and I’m the Life of The Party
Sceed Barms, I’m the King of Vibes
Turn up the party
Turn the vibe
Turn up
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