Lyrics:
lot of ass behind you (jam)
Got me sayin', "ooh keep goin' with your moves"
Candles by the bed, God damn this a movie
Stuffin' you with dick while my
I know you mad
I know you wish you could swing
I know you won't throw a jab
We do not think
Care what a witness would see
We leaving more than
silent Bob fi real, mi see di tape
Vybz Kartel a we Hero when him sing we can relate
So weh unu do? Dash away Di key and lock gate.
Anyway, If you a gimmi
of a carpenter's son
Just a little boy gazing at the stars
Did you remember creating every one
If you passed by would I see a child or a king
Or would I have
tell
I make the Benz breath, like Blu Cantrell
I Know you need strokes like Michael Phelps
I Know you need strokes like Michael Phelps
Won't pick up
won't give it away
I can see you got a man though
Fuck him
He don't treat you like he can though
We can party
Got you reaching for your ankles
Puff loud
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
'bout to slide, ayy
Can't let this one slide, ayy
Don't you wanna dance with me? No?
I could dance like Michael Jackson
I could give you thug
set your code)
Say you love who I
Lay it off, it off
Star fucker
Star fucker
Star fucker
Who, when
Time to take it too far now
Uh, Michael
won't stop ever, but she might go click
If you leave her you'll see a PSYCHO BITCH
Now she's callin your crib, at nights so sick
Wanna pop up and try
has changed
But I know it has
Michael, michael picasso
Good night
Heal me
Won't you
Heal me?
Nothing lasts forever
Set me free
Heal me
[Backstreet Boys]
You see war is not the answer
[Nona Gaye/Backstreet Boys]
For only love can conquer hate
[Christina Aguilera]
You know we've got to find
it, slow
One for the honeys who roll blunts up but don't smoke
Two for the few who see potential in you when you broke
Three for the G they got, they
told em patience this maze here
Im building brick by brick you niggas lazy won't make it
Pressure always come with opportunity
I look it in the face
I see how these niggas playin'
But I could adapt
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me
Kit, where you goin'?
Sorry, Michael, it's Rick the Ruler
I have to go (are you ready?)
Lights, camera, action, you're on
Get old Ricky D,
love it like that, so baby won't You throw it right back.I just wana see us be a team, fly away enjoy the dream, get this Green, and do our thing baby,
Michael Jackson Cover
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson.
Rap Lyrics by Bill Bottrell.
Produced by Michael Jackson and Bill Bottrell.
Aaow
told me you don't believe it
Bring me to my knees and I can feel my feet sinking
I just wanna trust you, see you face through the weekend
Make your
bag)
I was taught to do it, and irrational ('rational)
Six by six the Benz, yeah, the wagon
I'm tense, I might just fuck you with your bag on (fuck
Every time I come, I come correct (yes sir)
She always asking me
When can I see you next (huh?)
Look honestly girl I'm borderline a mess
I think
you can never hide
If you see me coming bitch
If you hear a noise inside the house
Just know I'm fucking close by
Waiting to snatch you up
Waiting
more daddy's little girl)
You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't
the Fico
I'm Godzilla you a little Geico
I don't TikTok word to China
I don't trust thots not even kinda
Only type of chick that I won't fuck is what you
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