trial But every time that I come out it's just girls gone wild Got the domino effect in the front row passing out With little bikini tops they got they
one I think about It's every day, it's every night O-oh, call the the doctor I'm love sick Whoo You're the one I think about It's every day, it's every
Webb Noemie Lenoir, Chanel, Sessilee Lopez Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks If you work with my people, speak that Jourdan Dunn language Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls I wonder how it
made her hips, it'd make her flip I prefer a lift of my chopsticks Oh stop it Let the dancer take money outta your pocket She can move it and drop it With her clothes on, it
out a winner Did all I can, I understand That every girl do for their man (Made me feel like) My girl, girl, girl, girl, girl I cut it short, 'cause
baby oh oh oh I never thought that it would end - when I was everybody's friend Long hot days - cool sea haze Juke box plays - but now it'
so I'mma keep on doin' this shit La Tucci or Young Tunafish Yeah, I'm goin' back in I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded I think you stand
tooth verse 1:yeah you crossin out yo label girl you bustin all night not a top notch top rank or top flight but it aint a butta finga or it aint a
the fact is... what you doin', I did it. You lames tryna clone my style and run wit it. That's cool, I was the first one wit it -- You's a Lil' Kim wannabe
rock stuff Come put a little love it my glove bag I wanna dance with no pants on Meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox So cut to the chase
shout We love it, we hate it, we're all just trying to make it We love it, we hate it, we all came here to make it In this crazy town, it's a crazy town
Out of all the things you've ever done This time I can't go back When a heart gets broke this many times It's easy to lose track Takin' all this pain
learned to pronounce Push it baby, push it baby, out of control I got my gun cocked tight and I'm ready to blow Push it baby, push it baby, out of control
air, into these walls He's freakin' out, he's got a gun He'll get his way, he'll have his fun You make a mess, you bruise my name Try to cut me down
To see everything fall apart I'm not upset at all But it's sad to see That everybody knows That I've been down in here before And maybe I could want it
I don't know what you want I can take it if you need to Take this out on someone That little bitch Tilt her head held so high Talking shit and I cut
t raise no fool, did she? I promise, I would get it and remain strictly loyal 'Cause when they get it then they let it all switch and spoil But I just illuminated it
screens So cut it out, you ain't now Don Juan, please I stay spillin' Dom on my Sean John jeans I hit the bar, yo, it's all on me Pop bottles, models