Lyrics:
to church for this
I'm hella rich with a long dick
Like a anaconda wrap you up lil mama
It's a hot summer I go dumb and dumber
I ain't seen nothing I don't
Wit That?
R.Kelly N Twista
[Chorus:]
I Can Tell Just By Lookin At Yo Body
When U Walk Up In The Club Girl
That U Got Good Sex
Even Though I Haven't
at you (at you)
Do you love when I hit it from the back too (back too)
Let me feel how you hook up that one way
C'mon baby girl let me see what that do
honest (oh, yo)
Played the right cards, like it's UNO (woo)
A lot of my pockets got sumo (oh, yo)
Got my kids in this house (woo)
Don't get killed up
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my word spell?
Look into my eyes, think I want you, can't tell
Me, I keep it
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my word spell?
Look into my eyes, think I want you, can't tell
Me, I keep it
and the children's
And throw papier-mâché up inside of ya models
See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive
Allergic to ya sperm, broke hives
Concerned about ya
and the children's
And throw papier-mâché up inside of ya models
See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive
Allergic to ya sperm, broke hives
Concerned about ya
why (worldwide)
Yo yo yo i might fall up in the booth
When my motto is heard
Like an intercity drunk with a bottle of burr
Or the baddest street kid
Yesterday was so long ago (long ago), Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along
Now don't nobody wanna hear your old ass sing no more (yo-yo-yo-yo)
Remember
Kids stare and absorb the mainstream water like sponges
All these songs about substance without substance?
Man fuck this!
Yo, and I love Hip Hop too much
, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it (Hey yo let me take they ass back to the club real quick)
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Hey I pray that you come home
9 1 1 dial pick up the phone
Judge by the book sticks and stones
You got to live with the truth when you all alone
Yo
la Dear slim Part 2
la la la la la la la la yo
Dear slim i wrote you but you aint callen'
its been a couple years now since i wrote that song en
you keeping it real, keeping it real
Nigga, nigga do you
(Back up offa me, back up offa me)
Won't you get out my face, better stay in your place
I'm
sea fish
if you want it it's yours you can keep it
filling you up on feast shit
i ain't really got time make secrets
yo old nigga was bum on some cheap
Ah man sad, sad song
Yo word Polo, broken heart ain't no joke, man
Yo, why don't you really tell
Them how you feel about it, man
Love is pain
said in my everyday life
Smoke by myself don't unravel at all
Smoke with my lady
I wrap it in raw
Had to cut ties
I could never be fake
Know my time
a game kid (do yo chain)
cause i throw my chain in the crowd (do do do do do do yo chain) like game B
listen up
diamonds is nothin to me
(do it shine)
that you're fake
You keep asking, I just tell you
I don't want friends anyways
It's alright when I pull up
On yo' man anyway
I will fight when I pull up
Wrap you up and no it's not a gift wrap
A mummy
This nigga grimy, know you get yo shit snatch
You a dummy
Nigga you a dummy
Yea
Nigga you a dummy
Yea
Yea
niggas when you heard the news
If your daughter ever need something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all cool
Fuckin' up with this song bitch
Your mom shoulda told ya
I ain't nothin' nice
Snoop brought the boss
I got the spark, lets go on a body high
Put it
Fuckin' up with this song bitch
Your mom shoulda told ya
I ain't nothin' nice
Snoop brought the boss
I got the spark, lets go on a body high
Put it
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