To all my single mothers out there Turn this song up And if your mom, sister, cousin or whoever is a single mother Turn this song up Trying to maintain
My hands are cold, my body's numb I'm still in shock, what have you done? My head is pounding, my vision's blurred Your mouth is moving, I don't hear
Pleasure P Intro: This Gone Feel Real Nice I Got My Swagga Back On This One Now This Ones Goin Out To All The Fellas That Done F**ked Up They Relationship
She screamed from the window, so is the price of love? Said is this the price of love? Said is this the price of love? So is this the price of love? So is
When the sun is drowning in the deathly sea I can feel my heart beating as I speed from Then sense of time catching up with me The sky set out like
to me While we dance to the beat Move Your Body... Now run to the left, to the left, to the left Now run to the left, to the left Now run to the right
do not hook up, up I go slow So if you want me I don't come cheap Keep your hand in my hand And your heart on your sleeve Oh, no I do not hook up, up
without you I left my head around your heart Why would you tear my world apart? Always, always, always, always I see the blood all over your hands Does it make you feel
he leads is unsafe I would never place my hands to your face But still I chase, cat and mouse First you kick him out then you at his house What is that
's more than my tongue and my hands'll do The way you move to the music, it make awanna Take you up outta here, go somewhere, lose it And your physique is
ya'll hear me out there? Lunatics, is y'all ready? Let me hear ya Uh, oh Uh I'm a sucka for corn rows and manicured toes, hey Fendi capri pants and Parasucos, alright Passadity is
Bronx, my Squad is legends off of the block (Terror Squad) Deep in the borough where the corners is smoldering hot My team is known for smokin' the glock To the hole in your
cats don't love Black This is Bad Boy, I puttin' it where it 'posed to be at Lemme know where to put your rosary at My enemies, I let 'em get a load
for your nigga? [F] Yeah I'd die for my nigga [J] Would you ride for your nigga? [F] I gets lie for my nigga [J] Would you live for your nigga? [F] Do
load it up and ima cock it back knock yo bottles all up off the track I came through the front door and out the back And on my way out shit i laid you
the hands, my heart was in I was never good at goodbye Can I swallow this bottle whole So this brain in my head can forget your face? When we were starting out
left hand, cold brew "excuse me homie, step off my new shoes" "my bad" "it's cool" shit I can't bursh em off cause I got my hands full guess I have to