If hip-hop was dead Bitch I just brought it back Take it to the off I'm a take it, take it off I'm a take it in the club Then we take it to the loft
on Mama, all my love's for you So much drama in the World, what's a thug to do? [x2] [Second Verse:] Now it's deep, it's gettin', it's gettin' kinda
, I truly enjoy if you blew my balls, right through my drawers Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot From the way she was blowin, I know she does it
I'm a push up on her I'm pushin' it, push it I'm pushin' it, push it I'm pushin' it, push it I'm pushin' it, push it It's a thin line between love and
for this one [Rick Ross:] It's internacional [Rick Ross:] J.Holiday! [J. Holiday:] And we got a special Guess [Rick Ross:] Guess who... Boss! [J. Holiday
your mind to hear me In the streets I beat cops and obsolete On every station it's hot you can't stop my heat I taught J and Dre how to rock the beat
Joy, I truly enjoy if you blew my balls, right through my drawers Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot From the way she was blowin, I know she does it
I love it (I love it) You love it (you love it) Everytime (everytime) we touching (we touching) I want it (I want it) You want it (You want it) I'll see
gon ball til we fall [J. Holiday:] But it wasn't suppose to go this way She was suppose to be another game to play And I can't figure it out I don't
never mind who the best is (might as well) They need to get rid of their style, put it on Craigslist (nigga) 'Cause you ain't crazy, stop it Even if you was
some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh) Gimme some cash, pass it to daz Pass it to snoop, or pass it to nate See hoes eat dick like eggs and steak It ain'
changed Instead of giving me up He done gave me his name David J little Day They use to call me Baby Day But my brother couldn't say it So they called
was everywhere So we can't deny that '010 was Tinie Tempah's year The kid was living large, he made us Pass Out and then get Frisky As if it was Written