Lyrics:
And you, wha? Nigga
I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo' brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume
Keep in touch
Keep in touch
Keep in touch
Keep in touch
Keep in touch
Keep in touch
Keep in touch
Keep in touch
Keep in touch
Keep in touch
Keep in
[Scratch Chorus x2]
"It's a dirty game and rule #1" Jadakiss 'The Set Up (Remix)'
"The cream"
"Rules everything around me" - Wu-Tang 'C.R.E.A.M.
Remix
Yes
It's so crazy right now
Most incredibly, it's ya girl, Bey
It's ya boy, Young
You ready?
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh oh, uh
(Carnage, you a fool, you crazy)
Karo, remix, re-rock and finesse
On a private jet, coolin' with my niggas from the 'jects, ayy
Karo, remix
me touch your body and your soul
Now you've been trapped by love
Someone takes your heart and then says goodbye
So you say that you'll never love
So disconnected
Everything goes over your head
So disconnected
You got me hanging by a thread
So disconnected
When will this cycle end
You don't
Him
Jaiee Mariee
Load up the chop if he flock let it Sing like it's Amerie
Issa vacancy
Ima run in the side then you stand by The back door and wait for
Took a double shot
Now I'm feeling alright
Wanna get with you
By the end of the night
Dancing all alone
We can make this right
Me behind you
of you bitches, I'll put yo brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta
And you, wha? Nigga
I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo' brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume
Ayy, it's so beautiful when a plan come together
It's your boy MempHitz
You already know what this is
H-U-E-Y (remix)
Bow Weezy
T-Pain
Hitz
Ayy, it's so beautiful when a plan come together
It's your boy MempHitz
You already know what this is
H-U-E-Y (remix)
Bow Weezy
T-Pain
Hitz
Touch It
Intro
(So deep yeah
Calling calling on me
Touch it touch it)
Verse
Lay me in the sun
Lets have some fun
I’ll take it off boy one by
the remix (Won't stop)
112 (Can't Stop)
Def Jam, Bad Boy, yeah
This is the remix, Ludacris come on
Ludacris like 'em shaken not stirred (yeah)
Wakin'
I'm for real about this shit
This the remix (welcome to my hood)
Let's go (Where the hood at?)
Remix (where the hood at?)
Remix (where the hood
Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!
West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from
Everything y'all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can't touch
We don die we multiply
Never touch down till we touch the sky
I dey pass by dem dey wonder why
Wonder why wonder why
We don die we multiply
Never
We don die we multiply
Never touch down till we touch the sky
I dey pass by dem dey wonder why
Wonder why wonder why
We don die we multiply
Never
touching what you want to touch?
Is it real B?
Is this really just a drunk fu**?
Is this real love?
Is this real lust?
I think its both of us
Or maybe all
of you bitches, I'll put yo' brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta
face, four fizzy in my jeans
I'll turn these batty boy RIP (How ya mean?)
Come touch me nuh, touch a button nuh
Come touch me nuh, touch a button nuh
And you, wha? Nigga
I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo' brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume
Shorty this gon' be your favorite song
DJ Drama
And this is the remix
Baby, I don't know about you, but my wish came true
Matter of fact, let me
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