this is understood Chorus 1: Baby Make my body go Crazy Make me lose control Baby Make my body go Oh Oh Oh Verse 2: I don't need you to pay my car note
this one) Please don't stop the music (Yeah) It's getting late I'm making my way over to My favorite place I gotta get my body moving Shake the stress
glass kiss I like it when you whip yo hair, but that's Willow fault I speak body language, fuck pillow talk We can wake up 'round noon on a saturday And make
I like it when you whip yo hair, but that's Willow fault I speak body language, fuck pillow talk We can wake up 'round noon on a saturday And make a
kiss I like it when you whip yo hair, but that's Willow fault I speak body language, fuck pillow talk we can wake up 'round noon on a saturday and make
damn thang to my baby boy But I thought to myself, I can't just go out like no fucking flame Got re-gather my nuts, and make these hoes recognize my fucking
[Juvenile voice:] I love my music, my nasty music, it makes me happy, when I am sad, You don't know how, how much I love it, please don't take my 2 Live
body, the shit you say Will make any man want to stay 'Cause being with you is all I ask And fucking you will be my task My lonely nights will be filled
until she wanted it again That was jet-set, so soft and wet Now Kisha's on my tip, and that you can bet Until one day I got caught in the act With my
me, is that right? [synth voice] Only God can judge me now Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else All you other motherfuckers get out my business [Verse One
leave she has low self esteem he's got gravitational pull sucks her body till her heart and her limbs grow cold Hang in there use your head how can I love you after you're dead hang
-5 high make me not give a fuck Chorus (Lloyd Banks) But as long as I'm here I'm gonna grab checks and make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks poverty will make
[Chorus 2x] Don't make (Don't make) Me Kill (Me kill) No motherfucking body in here (in here) I'ma shoot (I'ma shoot) Three shots (Three shots) Somebody
: my highest voices. For smiling when my strife was all too obvious. For being so disassociated from my body, and for not letting go when it would've
on the physical frame But check her mind was the same making it hard to spit game Through my front teeth instead I release ill conversation Had my whole entire body
man, disgraced the race of a atheist Intercepting missles with my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse In my
and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin, I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
