me hot) Shortys a freaky girl (shorty don't stop) Shortys a kinky girl (she put it on me) Shorty she rocks my world (it's the remix) repeat 3x
Shorty, give me a sign Where you wanna be satisfied Surely you need to knowwww, oh How far you're willing to go Shorty if I can be yeah,your freakiest
[Chorus:] I wanna give you sexaul healing I wanna give yo body the feeling Don't come too fast Let's make it last all night I wanna give you sexual
Wit Me Taike Off Your Pannies Get Nasty. [Girl:] Take My Panies Off Of Me Boy You Got Me So Horny Lay Me On This Bed And Do What You Want To Me [X3 And
[Verse 1:] Step into my room Take off all your clothes It just me and you Your body callin me Jus waiting for this moment All day long yea Girl I know
Picture yo body on top of me Picture yo body on top of me We can chill at my place (wanna work on ya,work on ya,work on ya, work on ya) Can I offer
chit-chatter You may say, I have a ego, or just merry free But none of that tough talk, I take seriously It goes in one ear and right out the other Heard
Day Massacre on a jury Wanna convict me for kickin black on wax I walk the street with a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece
Pieces of our past lay broken on the floor Shattered just like glass this love donA?t make through anymore Nothing left to say weA?ve run each other dry
Purchase MP3 * All Hell o Lyrics All hell?s crashing down inside The windows to the other
there wasn't any wolf, could we? Huh, that would be really stupid. The Cat was up the tree in a twinkling; which is about, oh, 2.3 seconds. Bruce the
run but we can't hide cause the streets we walk are never safe Still all my shattered hopes and dreams remain scattered Broken into thousands of pieces
take it like a man But if I live, it's on again But I wanted a quick piece So I put down my piece and end up put down, deceased She put the rifle to my
lovely got these niggaz offerin they pockets tippin you twenties 'cause you cold with that shit that you do...ya mood shocked me unlike these other hoes
somebody got shot.. Oooooh, but im still here. Im still here. Verse 3: Yeah i remember, we tatted are names on our arms for fun. Writin rest in piece
Shake that thing baby don't be ashame Untame smokin like Mary Jane, God damn your body is sayin you lil fly den a plane u hotter then da other flame, Gotta piece
the garbage folder And nigga I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3, 5, 4 I keep my heat cocked and my blunt lit The mack out, take a piece of your back out Raise
garbage folder (SP) And nigga I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4 I keep my heat cock, and my blunt lit (SL) The mack out, take a piece of your back out
