wanna talk anymore I left my head and my heart on the dance floor Stop telephonin' me (Stop telephonin' me) I'm busy (I'm busy) Stop telephonin' me (Stop telephonin' me
me Press record and baby, film me On your video phone, make a cameo (Film me) Tape me on your video phone, I can handle you (Film me) Watch me on your
and Built a fort out of sheets I finally found you My missing puzzle piece Baby, baby, baby ohh Like baby, baby, baby noo Like baby, baby, baby ohh I
big boy now, now, now I've been waiting too long for you to get naughty Beat this, spank me daddy c'mon touch my body They say that good things come to those who wait Come and
in the club And I'm sippin' that bubb And you're not gonna reach my telephone Boy the way you blown up my phone Won't make me leave no faster Put my
callin' I don't wanna think anymore I got my head and my heart on the dancefloor Stop callin' Stop callin' I don't wanna talk anymore I got my head and my
to forget you Not ever just as long as I left you Your my baby, you Never made it through to you If I were the last girl And you were the last boy
And I smell your cologne in the air Baby you doin' something right You just canceled every other man here You say you like my bag and the color of my
, boy, no pity, boy, big scarcity, the city boy So Icy, so, no Nike boy, just Gucci Louis Prada 'scuse me Gucci Maine keep shittin' on me Why that boy
Come and punish me You can tie me up boy Do as you please Make me like I?m your toy I?m the M.V.P Can?t nobody touch me This is my body You can watch
Eh!) Boy I can tell that you go all night (Yeah!) Sweet boy, I just wanna be your fantasy boy If you want it boy you gotta Push, push, push baby Don'
, baby, baby, I'mma, I'mma turn you out Just watch me as my love starts to develop like a picture Oh, yeah Oh, now tame me, brace me, hold me down That
, baby, take me away Take me away I love my baby, I love my baby If you love me, baby, take me away I love my baby, I love my baby Can you hear me?
kill the charm You ain't interested in me you just tryna f-ck my mum We are the voices of our parents bad choices The aftermath of divorces The kids of bitter split ups And baby
Beach baby, beach baby, beach baby, beach baby oh oh oh Beach baby, beach baby, beach baby, beach baby oh oh oh Do you remember back in old l.
Keri: (VERSE 2) ooo baby if you really want to get wit me yea you need to git it together cause im out here givin you all of me yea o-o-o-ow baby im
Til back cruising through Harlem, Viso blocks It's what made me, saved me, drove me crazy Drove me away than embraced me, forgave me For all of my shortcomings, welcome to my
war with I I'm just gettin' high thinking about the Carter 5 My homies straight, my momma good and my daughter's fine Everyday I pray and thank the great Lord of mine Weezy baby