You fucking love it You fucking love it Back on your feet again Out on the beat again, You fucking love it Yeah yeah yeah When you boil it down
shins You fucking love it You fucking love it Back on your feet again Out on the beat again You fucking love it Yeah yeah yeah When you boil it down
shins You fucking love it You fucking love it Back on your feet again Out on the beat again, You fucking love it Yeah yeah yeah When you boil
Traduzione: Piccoli affari sporchi. You Fucking Love It.
to act stuck-up, pretty and seditty Got a funky disposition and you think you're witty You're not used to people saying things like this It's called criticism
brother with DS Down Syndrome But if you want to find me come around wisdom How do I say this calmly You a clown kid son And you need a check up so go
Otis: It's on you girl, it's all on you, girl! It's on you girl, it's all on you! Look girl, you know that I wanna hit that. You only with it cause you
Down and dirty Rough and rugged dog Nasty but you love it You gon' lick it I'm gonna shove it, ugh-ugh, ugh When I hit it from the back You commence to
name The way I move your ass is insane Have you suckin on my toes, givin me dough Lettin you know, I'm the only chick you suckin it for Tell wifey you don't want it
Dirty South Lieutenant, motherfucker god damnit You want money I said no, act up and you dead hoe You wanna slurp? Call me on my cell that's my head-phone (bitch) Fuck
away, people will never know Mr. Flamboyant [Gangster voive] I came in here on business I-I-I came in here on business It could work out pretty good It could work out pretty
can make my own life fucked? Cause it already sucks, shit it sucks so much I guess you beat me to the punch you cheated on me first (yeah you did) So
right Uh keep it moving Up and down Uh so what'cha doing? Left and right I love it went you do it Up and down Love it went you do it Left and right Keep
it, bring it back to the floor So sick with an ass so fat It's Shawnna, Twis' & Diddy with Tim on the track You know it gotta be tint with 20's on
it's rough outside Crack heads is buyin' all night Handguns is necessary Fuck around you might lose your life Anywhere in and outta town B The same every hood it
that said things are gonna get better he said you've got it all wrong, why'd you write this stupid song? i said 'cause you're in my head even if you
big bombs these bastards can't stop it (Hot shit) I'm a profit for profit, once I decide to lock it Fuckin' with me is toxic Go prop on niggas love songs
hip hop we've come to resurrect You You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You [Hook:] You want the flava ma, hey I got cha You want the realness