After the war You can reach my heart And we fly away, touch me I will break apart, you and me We will be free, touch me Touch me Touch me
(never that), spend bucks (never that) Me in a tux (never that), please don't leave me (never ask) The mink arm rest hug your waist, while you sit on glass
Fingernail moon... up in the sky come out and see me see me some time cuz I'm here alone stuck in the blue no distance between us between me and you
gonna test your girls physical stamina while I'm diggin and slammin her on the digital camera [Chorus: x2] So don't talk to me about MC's got skills
steering wheel Candy paint frame, dripping stains off Sedan Devilles I'm in my candy world, riding in my candy girl Holla at J-Woo, let him hit me with
roll, roll with me (Shake your ass girl, shake your thing girl) (Shake your ass girl, shake your thing girl) I said, if you're ready to roll, roll with me
cash and he fucked her wit dat A Me and Mitch rollin' over there quick fast Rolled up on the spot, (It's that kid Uzi Ed) He took me for my paper so just
I'm getting me some Advil) (Show these muthafuckas, how Keeba love to drive stick) I snatched up my raincoat, the grass was soaked Under the bed in the
Yep the cops disrespect me But if you want me come and get me Turn myself in nah you got to catch me Do I got a gun you betta check me Cause I ain
my 12-gauge, I see jackers just waitin Got in my car, rolled up the tinted glass Looked for my Zapp tape to pop in my dash Can't find it, forget it, went under
.. Fuck all the bullshit, let's get to the real shit.. Yeah.. Your rhyme touch is soft kid like a stripper's ass with a touch of plastic Writin with
me I'm a thug so I know you gonna be good to me Henessy in your wine glass, candle light Come up out them clothes girl you gettin fucked tonight Or you
woo Yep the cops disrespect me But if you want me come and get me Turn myself in nah you got to catch me Do I got a gun you betta check me Cause
at the bar with too much bubbly? (c'mon) Yo I think it must be the girls want to lust me Or is it simply the girls just love me Brothers wanna: rock the
Or be at the bar with too much bubbly? (c'mon) Yo I think it must be the girls want to lust me Or is it simply the girls just love me Brothers wanna:
the bar with too much bubbly? (c'mon) Yo I think it must be the girls want to lust me Or is it simply the girls just love me Brothers wanna: rock the
like a march of an army My fury bloomed like an arching tsunami Why had she wanted to harm me? What was the question the mute girl had wanted to ask me