This thing is so hard to load And I can't aim (I can't aim) I can't swim But I can turn this into gold On the wings of the angel who left you here Sadie
it, like it. S, S, S & M, M, M S, S, S & M, M, M S, S, S & M, M, M S, S, S & M, M, M Who's that chick? who's that chick?
me I did it again, so I'mma let the beat drop Oh my Baby, let me love you down There's so many ways to love you Baby, I can break you down There's so
just not lyrics I hold a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it 'Cause it's different from the
your mama call smut Girl, let's get butt naked an' fuck Come on, you know you wanna do it too It's good to me an' it's good to you I only speak what's
and down Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! Come on,you know you wanta do it,too Do that stuff that your mama call smut! It's good to me,and it's
man hot and moving it, body's shaking it all up door's close, wanna see you, stop ohh man this crazy guys wanna fight just get a gun that's it I don
got And a man say Sexy lady, drive me crazy, drive me wild All I heard was my baby's voice sayin' You're contagious, touch me, baby Give me what you got Sexy
There was a story About a man comin' in Findin' his woman in bed with Well, listen It's 2 a.m., just gettin' in, about to check my message No one has
gonna heat it up, the chemistry Stir it up sugar free (Stir it up, stir it up baby) Sexy Joe be blazing everywhere My crib's closer honey let's go there
s all wrong, but it's all right It's all wrong, but it's all right Just close your eyes and hold me tight Tell me sexy lovin' lines It's all wrong
me! [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Fabolous] On second thought, I got the heart of a s-s-s-s-solider I t-t-t-t-told ya I ain't come to play y'all My mind has
's a freak though She got angel eyes, wit the baby face But she's a freak though I want my momma and daddy to meet her maybe have my name But she's a
good time Yeah man, S Peezy, yo, long side Ri Ri Come down now Rihanna, take it to them, take it to them, girl Break it off boy this has got me feelin
can't fake, but she gets paid for it My girl has got to be the boss It's nothing for shorty to pay the cost Game's so sick Got it done, win a hit She
pressure Who's that girl that you dream of? Who's that girl that you think you love? Who's that girl, well, I'm nothing like her I know there's no such
Too hot for you to leave her Who's that chick? who's that chick? Who's that chick? who's that chick? Who's that chick? who's that chick? Back on the