all I know, all I know is You are my only one, you are my only one You are my only one, that's all I know, you're all I know Break another mirror to
And it goes, ?Merry Christmas, Kiss my ass? I?m so sick of calling You up, telephone me No, fuck you girl, I?m going out I gave you my all, but I'm
A paradise it seems Take my hand and follow me to a better place A place I call my own sweet home And place to call my own Come with me I'll take you
I've been played a fool four, three, too many times and When did lust for you become an organized crime? I try to keep you honest, babe. But I was just
me such a rush Come on, Holly Would you turn me on? You are the taste of something sweet And I'm tangled in the sheets You left a small track down my
my hands up (Yeah, oh) I'm staring down the barrel of a loaded night (Loaded night) I've got my hands up (Yeah, yeah) So do you want me What you say? I've got my
up All the gals pon the dance floor wanting some more what Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up [Busta Rhymes] You got a hotter other than my Copacabana
one time to the bass line Go ahead ma, behind your waist line (Chorus: Repeat Twice) Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up All
t slam my car do' It costs too much money to get that shit fixed I need all my money to pay my bills with Don't have no time, for the shuckin and jivin
my conscience. This is an all time low. We've been hurting a long time. Trying hard for this. We all have sizeable scars. We got it. You'd break it all
first time in a long time That I?ve felt like coming home for the holidays. Everybody?s rushing about Why won?t anybody hear me out? My money?s low So
my primas Hope I don't violate The bomb mamacitas Hope I don't violate All my homeys smokin' reifer Hope I don't violate All my nephews and my nieces
fantasy fantasy She a fantasy fantasy girl (all time that girl's a beast) She's like a real life She a fantasy fantasy She a fantasy fantasy girl (all time
oh) mamacita mamacita [Baby Bash:] My mamacita got it goin on poppin the most Like papparazi when they watch me and her hop in the low No destination
do, you do, you do? Well now the thrill is long gone The feelin is all wrong Got me feelin uncomfortable all in my own home And your ring tone song deleted from my
Lee] Yeah, Yeah I'm a spit some of this real game Some real shit Some real talk Na, na Whoa-oh, Whoa [Richie Rich] Ugh, check my watch Check my chain
the fuckin? start I stay strapped, cause my neighborhood so dirty I kiss my Grandma Goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried Pitbulls from my tierra that I call my