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The Rolling Stones Jump On Top Of Me

Jump on top of me baby Jump on top of me baby Jump on top of me girl, and give it to me nice and slow Jump on top of me baby Jump on top of me baby

Jump on top of me baby Jump on top of me baby Jump on top of me girl, and give it to me nice and slow Jump on top of me baby Jump on top of me baby

Jump on top of me baby Jump on top of me baby Jump on top of me girl, and give it to me nice and slow Jump on top of me baby Jump on top of me baby Get

pretty like a peacock My nigga locked up, but yea they still on P cock Too dangerous, me and my nigga Kiss Shine more than the stones on babies wrist The fifth jump

ya wanted cause I can't be weak Yeah, baby, that's it, do the split Freak nasty all on my tip I took it to my DJ, fresh on wax Put it on the Turntable

to me? Picture me working McDonald's I'd rather pull a mac on you Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packin [Kanye West] It's on I'm packin weight like Nina Simone

got to say Verse 2: Shorty tell me is it wrong if a nikka want to throw links on ya Summer cop coupe with some dope minks on ya Canary yellow stones

2Death French tip on my nails and now my hair is fresh In some brand new clothes with some brand new hoes Is that Phantom doors on that brand new Rolls On

why..why Ohhhhh..they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at and Say HEY HEY Let me hear where