You call me when you with it Then I'm a come get it Yeah we'll be creepin' But it's all a secret (yeah) [Chorus:] So I'll keep it playa No I ain't trippin
Rhianna dat i wnt put mahh hands on ha if see Keri Hilson put mah hands on ha Man im fly man im fresh Shawty im futuristic Got mo hoes dan Ray J Keep
thing that I cannot do And it's the only thing that I can't give to you So, don't tell me you love me (R.J. Ritchie, M. Shafer, M. Young) © 2007 RJR
Back. This is the true story about mackin Check it Times are changin' Talk about it More so each year, But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here. So let it
M.J. It's easy when they want some quick fame Why did I ever try? Now it all just seems a bit lame But I'm a let it flash even when it's bright out I
and some bouncin' titties From the magic the flame niggas too is sharin' sequals Never payin' for no pussy You can shake it you can keep it to your
now push it bak push it bak push it bak baby now push it bak push it bak push it bak oh push it bak push it bak uh push it bak push it bak uh come on
whizz-air) Verse 2 (Ray J): deres a whole lotta honeyz in da VIP 2nite n a whole lotta thugz in da club 2nite pop at da ray j big pimpin 2nite wrist
it again yo you with it aiight Be, I know you like it when I'm feelin aiight And tonight I'mma make you feel aiight [Ray J] Girl, what you doin tonight
blood test read The baby of another woman was mine 99.99 You should've left Along time ago like Mary J. say Just let it go like Ray J. Con't I know your
prince her boyfriend, she ain't missed him since. [Ray J:] Sexy can I, just pardon my manners. Girl how you shake it, got ta play it like (ohhhh) It
like Harvard I don't play at all, ball like a small foward Keep a buncha bitches like Ray J Norwood Flow so sick, I hear the beat and get nauseous Then
I eats with it And I ain't a nigga to talk peace with it, I'll squeeze with it Play for keeps with it, put you under the white sheet with it It's back
regardless Get the point bitch, or get the hollows motherfucker It's Cash Flow Bitch Big Homie [Royce Talkin] Keep it locked to KingRoyce.com where Josh and Ira keep
toasters Never had a holster, I keep it on my lap And hip-hop ain't dead, it just had a heart attack But you see I keep it pumpin', yeah I got that
