To this sex music, sex music Don't stop, that's it, right there, that's my shit To this sex music, sex music Sex, sex, sex music (oh oh oh) Sex, sex, sex music
night long To this sex music, sex music Don't stop, that's it, right there, that's my shit Sex music, sex music Sex, sex, sex music (oh oh oh) Sex, sex, sex music
Traduzione: Serbatoio. Sesso Musica.
[Akir:] Yeah, uhh It's yours truly Akir, one of the prizes Southpaw whattup~! We takin over this year man Mood Music, yo, yo Aiyyo my music for the
room Girl you know it's only grown folks allowed, baby This for them ladies, that be banging that Screw Banging that Screw it's just me and you, we having sex
them wrapped around my pinky, like Biggie, I'm "Unbelievable" this Cubanito keeps a full tank of diesl fuel Just in case you need to go that extra mile, in sex
f***ing best. You the best I ever had. Best I ever had. Best I ever had. I say you the f***ing. Sex, Love, Pain Baby, I be on that tank s**t Buzz so big
choose Laughter food and good times'll never fail ya To hell with intoxicating paraphenalia Well ya cold wanna slap on slow song, square up Pair up, stare down, hair down, sex
just want you to fantasize with imagination Know what I'm saying, uh yeah, yeah Uh, yeah I like that Give me some more, some more of my vocals You know sex
with Armadale bottles and Gucci cloth After I rhyme, girls wipe they coochies off [Crayon:] I'm the general Godz pulling your rank You just an insect under my tank
movin, tryin to get my shit right My family's been houndin me, friends they done turned against me Kinda like they hearts was on a full tank, but now
From The Dirty, Dirty South I Wasn't Trying To Get The Cover Of The Double XL Just Trying To Fuck Mia, Cuz Dre. Said Sex Sells Don't Be Mad At The Rocks
Me out If you're top modelin If you're twitter followin There's too many girls I know I'm never gon sex But we could phone sex Touch your own breasts
me out If you top modelin If you Twitter followin It?s too many girls I know I?m never gon? sex But we can phone sex Touch your own breast Call my phone
the same thing, man, it's easier than a stripper Or tyin' a baby shoestring, you stringing along And really why you writing a song? Your passion for music
mouth And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty, dirty south I wasn't tryin' to get the cover of the Double XL Just tryin' to fuck Mya 'cause Dre said, "Sex