? I ain't seen her, but if i do she gets dick That's what I'm givin her just like that To the front and back, nothing but the bozack The second she get
thought it would end up If it wasn't for you B there wouldn't be N-Dubz Kept us together never knowing we'd end up Moving onto Mobo's pushing the bench up
I missed your second birthday and it teared me up To lose you, before I wasn't scared enough Or I wouldn't be locked up just bearing up What you talking
up Put a balloon inside your pussy, quief and blow it up Man, I think that Eggers fell off the tip, didn't show enough So you better change the station to keep from throwing up
on Dispensary Pot Jars I'm laid up, calling the front desk, tell them to send the maid up While we play the terrace and blaze up These detailed lyrics
hit makers with acres We hit Vegas with chips major, we can't just ball like the usual team, we stay whylin Up the challenge, fuck it, tear up the palace
Uh, I think we're ready for the second installment of Sloppy Love Jingle, Roll it! Action! Ok continue, What's next up on the menu? Hmm... Maybe I should
We met up on Stepney and Market sparked it Mapped out the target, we gon' take out their number one sergeant Young and strong we bailed up on their front
heat We met up on stepney and market sparked it Mapped out the target We gon' take out their number one sergeant Young and strong we bailed up on their front
like a meat cleaver I'm burnin' hot, people think I have a fever, check it If niggaz wanna front, then come wid it If you're havin' second thoughts, well
[Sample from Memoirs of the Traveler" by The Jaggerz] [The Game] Second floor my hotel im rollin up bout to blaze And zone out to this Frankie Beverly
last and final record Toxic gettin' crunk on you hoes My nigga KX-Zilla, Steve the guitar man droppin' the rhythm And I got the whole Legit Ballers family up
to the show and then I jet wit a hoe Bitch niggas want to front and get clapped Get on the floor, clap a second time And make sure I flat-line you Let
wit me Askin me to snatch her up I couldn't tell it was fake, thought she wanna patch it up Like it's all love, shorty's grill was all gauzed up She
a powder hot girlie the bitches kicked in I lost control of my fuckin' bike then I thought this was the end I flipped over the front on the ground I'
a/c now maybe I'll scoop you up, You shoot back at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up, Boot you up, let the mortuary suit you up, You dead and gone
bitches who be yellin At my concerts, one verse, dicks up, quick fuck Lies start spreadin now you tangled in a mix up I gits up, do sits up, and squeeze
niggaz move a little up to the front Y'all niggaz know what I'm talkin' about Word up, my weed heads I'll play the right for a second Nahmean, check