in and out, out of my life, Into my bed, or out of my heart, and into my head. You can't keep on runnin' in and out. Want you stay so we can work things
running in and out Out of my life, into my bed Out of my heart and into my head You can't keep on running in and out Won't you say so? We can work it
and out, out of my life, Into my bed, or out of my heart, and into my head. You can't keep on runnin' in and out. Want you stay so we can work things
Traduzione: Sudore, Keith. In \u0026amp; Out.
(Feat. Keith Sweat) [Chorus: Keith Sweat] Baby, it don't stop And it won't quit And I can't stop Until you put your body on me Don't stop And it won
have bow wow chris brown and yuur boy omarion on one song mann! {ha ha ha ha} Yea, Say it's yuuh boy bow weezy, And that boy chris breezy, And that boy
shorty wanna creep I'll bring her home with me Just bought some candles and that Carl Thomas cd Bootleg that Jay-Z Stole that Outkast Been had that Keith Sweat
my Click, and It's for my Click, nigga, nothin but my Click, and It's for my Click, nigga, nothin but my Click, and It's for my Click, nigga, Ca$h Money
and the ahh I like the bop bop, bop bop baa (Its like 3 into the 2 and 2 into the 1) Big balla 23 and my job ain't done I get started like the hammer,
hickeys on your neck? Ugh, how many babies did you make off that Keith Sweat? Don't even trip it's all labexibiali fitty Hit the clubs and act bad, get
better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with dick and have her sprung on this black ass nigga Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and
Keith At the mall, in the club at the bar with Keith And didn't nobody know you was a homie but me My homie put you in the dopest clothes and fresh sneakers And
I spit on I'm too underground to dance with that shiny shit on Callin all cars, naah, call National Guards and trucks And their weapons better be big as fuck! [Keith
and get a big fat lick of my balls You wanna brawl? Punk I thought not You might get beat down and stomped like Sasquatch Your girl, like Keith Sweat,
be Gortex With the highness of the ruler on my cock All this over hip and the hop bullshit gon stop It be Keith not Bill Murray not Sweat Your polotics
you've been actin like the shit I do is weak and unromantic And I can't understand it I'm feelin like a duck, shit out of luck and stuck What the fuck
-V) [Intro:] All you sucker MCs just sit back and hear the new lyrical styles comin' straight out of America New York to be exact. Like to shout out
