Lyrics:
a rubber camera give myself the macarena
Die by thee fruit of poisonous tree
Pornography
I wanna make love to a lab rat running through a maze
Dumbass rush
wants a piece of me
You see I could say no
(Say no, Say no)
But I'm just too weak, oh me
I could give her the cold shoulder
But I'm just too weak
When she
workin')
Bad ass lil' bitch, she stay flirtin' (uh-huh)
I can tell she just wanna suck me (yeah)
I'm just fuckin', ain't no lovin'
I'm lovin' all this
you were totally sniffing
Your true colors show when you're over protective
Don't forget your badge and your pads by detective
She on to me
Yeah she
stressing me yeah she's just stressing me yeah)
Yeah
Baby just let me know when you're ready
And imma pick you up in my Chevy
Take you home and imma light it
it on me
I want it I'm on it, I'm on it
By the way she lookin at me
I want her from dawn until mornin
cnyway she wanna have it
I want it I'm on it,
You wrapped around my belt
You wrapped around my belt
I pull up in the caddy
You a baddie
By yourself yea
She gon call me daddy
And I don't want no one
up
Yellin flame on when I pull up
Passin the torch
Cuz she wanna see how it's lit up
She on her knees cuz my body is holy
They say they with me, but
I want a woman, who's strong good and kind
She's got a heart as big as Texas and walks a straight and narrow line
She can lift you up with a flash
The tings that she want, ayy
I'm moving like a king, so she had to look twice
Told you sip syrup, or take my advice
It ain't no worries when you standing
'til I'm out of touch
Go good she gon' fall in love
Its been a long time since she got a nut
We can take our time we ain't got to rush
And nah she
nigga, rush that nigga
get that nigga, man bust that nigga
[Chorus 2]
You want to front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
you want to go and try
to keep it lookin' good
Go on witcha fine thick ass
Somebody gon' snatch you so I gotta make you mine quick fast
See I come and pass, I don't really want
in the age of the social
On our knees, take a test
To be lovin' and grateful
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel
to beg
Baby girl, you don't have to be afraid
When we make good lovin' girl, I'll make you scream
You can do that thing girl, you know what I mean
If
me hotter than a oven, the way that she talk
Switchin' to freaky, so I'm lovin' the way that she walk
You lookin' good, girl, you oughta be in
only get it when she wants it
Whatever I throw she tokes and solves it
My baby never talk and I swear I adore it
We Been running from the westside in
leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me
I know any man sees you like I see
Follow down
Girl cologne you smashin' it
Jump in take a spin destination Staten
I have you home by ten, Shorty started laughin'
She replied, "Street, you
yours, then come get him"
"Girl, put Tom on the phone"
Shawty's been callin' my phone, playin' with me
Sayin' she's after my man and she gon' get me
coated
Looking so clean girl I want you
VIP suite with a bomb view
Rolling up sticky I call it glue
I'm up in the air like I'm Tom Cruise
FIRST
(50 Cent)
I hate when bitches act like they too good for a nigga (yea)
Like they anit grow up in the same hood wit a nigga
In the club givin niggas
motherfuckin' lovin', I
Get strange when it come down to you lovin' me
You love me, back what you 'posed to say
To love to falsetto, ring, ring
That's when
on over here
Yo the drink got me feelin' right
But I feel better when you're by my side
Cuz you the one that I want
The one that I need
You got me feeling
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