Hey World are you afraid Hey World be very afraid Baby girl baby girl I'm not afraid (Keep Talking) -CHORUS- So dream on, your sleeping with the lights
[Verse 1] Walk in to a room with my hands on my side, head raised All this gossip and talk, it reminds me of my webpage Ya'll people give me headaches
So whats the news, whats your story to tell, of chicks and boo's with drugs and hotels. Crazy nights spent cruising the shows behind the clubs is where
Beat it Up [x9] [Chorus:] Girl I'll beat the breaks off ya [x4] [Verse 1:] Look at this big fine trina lokkin muthafucka, I don't know yo baby daddy
[Talking:] Oh OK Foxx A Million You Already know what it is And everything I do is exclusive even this beat BJ it's exclusive You already know what it
[Verse 1:] I walk up in the club niggas holla (I'm on) Bartender give me another bottle (I'm on) Tell lil daddy muggin he don't want no problem (I'm
[Verse 1:] Ha chu excuse me bless my cough Being that clean should be against the got damn law Step off in the club baley make my ass to the bar Everybody
[Chorus x2: Foxx ] Lil mama work like she know it's good Hit flo an twurk like she know it's good She dance like she know it's, stand like she know it
I been poppin (I'm not myself) I been drinkin (I'm not myself) I been smokin (I'm not myslef) Man I'm rollin (I'm not myself) I'm not myself right now
(feat. Trey Songz) She Said All She Needed Was Some Sexual Healing, She Said Thats Why She Called Me.She Said She Enver Catch No Feelings She Said Shes
from no crackhead about my cabbage Come up short n' I'll let a bitch have it Anybody, bitch or nigga, you can get it, head-bussa or faggot [Talking:] Street gossip
Hot gossip Oh, yeah Talkin' about you Hot gossip Talkin' about me Hot gossip Oh. Talkin' about you Hot gossip Talkin' about me Hot gossip Talkin' about you Hot gossip Talkin' about me Hot gossip
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh You think you are invincible When in fact you're powerless You're missing the principal You'll fear the loneliness
I knew this woman named Francy She was a two-timing son of a gun Well she got her kicks And she ate enough bricks But you know it She would've never
Oh it ain't easy, no it ain't easy Just one time with mama Don't make excuses Come on and please me, come on and please me I'm a one-shot lover Don't
I beg your pardon Were you talking to me? How many more times are you gonna tell your sorry Before you take me up in my misery I need more than apology
Baby, baby, baby, baby, I could be so good to you, baby But honey, honey, honey, honey, All you gotta do is let me, but you gotta tell me if something
Heavy makeup doesn't cover up A many sleepless nights I can't hide under dark, drawn-on lines The circles underneath my eyes Ooooh why me Ooooh somebody