Lyrics:
that butt you got makes (me so horny)
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you want to get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that
makes (me so horny)
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you want to get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupie
I've seen her
to those who got hold by the Old lady, She's meant alot of Being
Get thro the old hommie lady why Not keep your well Being
Spend time being alone
Writing out
Jesus is my portion everyday
Doesn't matter what you got to say
Jesus, Jay
Why don't you got a hold on your Lady, ey
Now I had to press charges
(Everywhere I go) All the ladies love me
Your girl wanna fuck me, begging me to hug me
(Everywhere I go) yeah, I'm sipping
Muddy, counting up the money
You
never judge a book by look
My vanity undoubtedly proud to be this rhyming crook
Stealing hearts from other rappers cause their lady's see my dapper
Give
Pretty little lady
Just a little faded
We'll buy the best sunblock
So you can stay shaded
My cover girl mama
My sexy dead-o-rama
Dressin' like Madonna
my field, the rap O'Neil
Ladies trying to cop a feel
Cop all of my dill then we might have a deal
Easy-peasy
Lemon, Squeezy
You can't, see me
This
I go by the name Villason
Oh my shawty, things you do me, my baby
Body banging ', my lover, so crazy, my baby
Can I look into your eyes
You dey my
hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
K is feelin' villainous, she killin' this
She's comin' for your man and his lady and even
babies, spit at your ladies
Opowiadasz bajki, gdzie ty masz tą ekipę?
Chcesz okradać banki
Bo jak idziesz to się gibiesz
Tu chłopaki mają klamki
Zjeżdżaj z
feet
To take me safe and sound
He's ridden o'er the high, high hills
And he's down the dewy den
And the noise that was in the Clyde water
Would
of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then
O'Neal]
You can't stop it or block it when I drop it
Anytime I go rhyme for rhyme on a topic
Ain't even fit to step in Shaq's arena
I look inside your mind
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
down to pick 'em up and all I saw was g-string
Pussy lips hangin' out and it was the shit
Now I'm sprung on a bitch in a XJ6
[Chorus 2x]
Hey lady
the bottle with Don, and I'm back for sure
Actin' a fool, gettin' skully, mixin' henny and mo
With plenty to draw, and we gotta blaze by the door
With too
won, out of formilli, feel I'm due one
Focus right, one hit blow me overnight
Holy mics, bein guarded by Jehovah's light
Jewels drapin', in a Coupe
Dance Now
Brothers
Come on lady
show me baby things I have to know,
don't you know I will blow if you let me go,
are you ready?
if you're ready
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Brothers - 2024 Future Megamix
Vari testi Dal 2000 al 2023
Dance Now
Brothers
Come on lady
show me baby things I have to know,
don't you know I
as young adolescents (aha) mommy said we was so precious
I mean who knew round to O.D to Heron and I'd catch cases
Let my life slip inside the hands
the ladies lined up for his set
He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his sparse witty talk
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
It's almost 10 o
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
It's almost 10 o
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