about boys What does it take to win your love Don't wanna be your toy Chorus: Baby, I need your love Never give you up for an one-night shot Baby, you
figgas with bitches, I done had that moment I get my crush on my rush on, I love this game Make your mouth taste like shit, when you mention my name Cause I
you know that I, I need your love I need you here in my life, baby (everyday) Baby, please, I'll take good care I'll take care of your needs I need you
Perignon Then suck my dick until I cum Soft is your body, tender is your kiss C'mon, baby, we can do this! [Fresh Kid Ice] No need to act stuck-up, pretty
when I back that ass up on you? [50 Cent:] Ooh, baby I like it, I like it When I work that ass, that ass [50 Cent:] Baby I like it, I like it when
when I back that ass up on you? [50 Cent] Ooh, baby I like it, I like it When I work that ass, that ass [50 Cent] Baby I like it, I like it when you
thoughts I've been thinkin about what a Maybach cost As I butter the toast, I gotta cook the roast Mack on your girlfriend and her folks I don't laugh
my apartment I catch fits for starting shit I'm smart with it, I give it that special touch when I push it Cause I'm also a label rep, and I can't allow
Hope I don't violate Father and the reverend I hope I don't violate Nino, where my nina Hope I don't violate Primo, where my primas Hope I don't violate
Chorus: Butch Cassidy] Up early in the morn' (the morn) I'm thinkin' as I yawn (I yawn) What am I gonna do? Well I should call my crew, I call my crew
wit smashin teeth, fuckin your wife Robbin you nigga, kidnappin your niece Bless your cheek wit a permanent crease I'm a problem you don't need Y'all
mo' And I bend I catch you slippin', bumpin', steady dippin' on a '4 And let me show you fuckin' Crabs hollow I can get I kill your whole family and your
On I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up, I'm Blowing Up (Bubonic Chronic...) [
Verse 4: Bizzy] Ya better believe Syann I be scared when I wuz there Nigga you know I ain't goin nowhere Your mother wuz my mother Ya brotha wuz right
with nothin' to say. I'm a give it Wish due my street dues. Just stay cool. I know I got you when I need to pop you'll let loose. And you don't wanna
Rayface gon screw it I'ma tell you this, and I'ma tell you one time Get out of line, and lose your motherfucking mind No I don't mean, going crazy Talking
rippin shit, it's all S-I-double C, you trouble me I'm loco in the cabesa and I'm siccer than the rest-a I'll blow your chest up, he need an ambulance