Man is born, man lives, and man dies And it's all vanity. He tried thrills He said i gave myself to enjoy pleasure What are teenagers doing today? They're trying every thrill
Feel it comin' in the air And the screams from everywhere I'm addicted to the thrill It's a dangerous love affair Can't be scared when it goes down Got
laga soo waayay Mareykan waa laga soo waayay Maraken, my country 'tis of thee, sweet land for robberies Dos smokin' SUV's, grab me an army green Fat and frills, thrills
, whoa Together baby, together baby Baby, just you and me, whoa Yo, yo, aiyyo, I roll on bitches, like a skateboard Got a few friends that give they cake
if you feelin' that Chorus- Lil' Kim & Joe Hooker Take a journey through the life of these real niggas The things that they seen it would thrill
you I like birthday candle cakes and titty shakes with silicone Secret whispers and D-Loc's sister and apple dips, gingerbread home Faygo chills they give me thrills
Thrilled to be in the same post code as you I tell you things I know you'd like to know Treat you to cake every night Suddenly talk and it'll make you
Mart and nobody would care But the heart and soul of springfield's in our Maison Derriere Belle: Were the sauce on you steak Were the cheese in your cake
in Hell's Kitchen Elements I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen Elements Reload the elements, bring forth the ingredients Elements in Hell's Kitchen Impose thrills
here I'm a killer Yo, yo Fuck knocking, kick the door, evict the four Yell out, "It's a stickup, hit the floor" You fish cake niggas, stay Lipton off
s no fucking wit us, cause uh Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me Marsh shit don't thrill
Rihanna Feel it coming in the air Hear the screams from everywhere I?m addicted to the the thrill (I'm Ready) It?s a dangerous love affair (C'mon) Can
with the cheap, cheap thrill You kiss 'em so good, go go child The devil himself must made you his child Got the mojo machine The cake and the cream
I ask too late Did we dig our fingers far too deep In the wedding cake But when I try to tell you All of my lines get twisted Maybe you've lost the thrill
now You can walk away from your mistakes You can turn your back on what you do Just a little smile is all it takes Yeah, you can have your cake
And nobody would care But the heart and soul of Springfield's in our Maison Derriere [Belle] We're the sauce on your steak The cheese in your cake
you use the telephone, Go in the booth alone, And lots of luck, Dear. You had for breakfast: two pounds bacon, Three dozen eggs, one coffee cake, and
'm not fit to touch The hem of your garment I have no love but only goals How very empty is my soul It is a soul that feels no thrill It is a soul that
