You know what u do, You know who u r Girl u who's the star Girl it's u Its u Its u Its u (Repeat) (Verse Two) Keep me where it's soft and warm Reserve
, you know who you are Girl yous a star [Chorus: x2] Girl it's you It's you It's you It's you Girl it's you It's you It's you [Verse 2:] Keep aware
heard Petey Pablo is off the heeze what's wrong with u baby girl, ima aim to please it's goin down, if u acting clean it's goin down (uh) She wants hers
wanted. [Caller:] Double-u boom boom b baby! [Bridge:] (How you like it daddy?) Would you do it from the front? (How you like it daddy?) Would
shawnty is on this beat, boy we got some to tell yah man Look oh he's back its Mistah F.A.B and look i sign on the line with Thizz E.N.T Thizz is what it
90' Chavel's, Caprice Classics.(musle cars) (Turf Talk)- Four 15's, beat supreame. Told niggas fuck Rally's, ride gold one's mayne'. Mother's off candid
beautiful sundress don't look good The way it falls around those hips It's not that that ain't sexy love But nothing looks as good as what's underneath it
that's keeping this going I canfeel your body telling me something It's obvious to see that yoru're in need You shift you hips I can't resist It's kind
SHIT U BETTA LIVE UP GO AHEAD PAPER ON MY KNEES HOW I LIVE (WHAT) GET IT RIGHT HOW I NEED IT WHEN THE DINNER LITES WHEN IT ALL SET IT OFF COME ON {{
boys gonna think I'm slippin but, That's just what they do Cause pimpin is over rated Compared to makin love to my baby.... Hey u know (Chorus) (Repeat
me how to love a woman, properly, sprung We committed so I hit it so it's properly done Are u still down? Girl, it's alright, baby 'Cause it's there
and we packin on all who flex-un Like Redrum, it's bloody and ugly, who want some? Now put your middle fingers up until it's all done (it's all done
?s and whys How to cross T's, how to dot I's Little did he know he created a monster Pitbull nigga I'm that monster D.B. them chicos is monsters Lil'Jon
she keep it real. You having problems, talk about it, Tell them just chill. just chill (seven timess) [C H O R U S] So tired , So sick of your shit , it's
U P I E They told me that she ain't a freak, told me that she ain't a freak G R O U P I E They told me that she ain't a freak, told me that she ain't
Written by jon b. (1995) Performed by after 7 A thousand words for why I love you Girl, I could go on all night telling you why it'll be true Let's stretch
lick, to come up on a hundred G's (How B?) Movin' these fuckin' kees (Where B?) Run 'em in that U.P.T. (And who gone run 'em?) Tha brotha and my B.G.
