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That's the sound of us lurkin'. Aye, dawg, this one here for all. Baby I'm your insulin. And if you do that one more time. Need your prescription see or holla at me. Make it clap for me! Keep ya up all night I can be your no dose. S already written how I?
I don't need no more convincin' you got my attention You got me baby. We lurkin' nigga all the time we on 'em. Editor's Note: Line breaks have been embellished in certain instances, but no lyrics have been changed.
Time before you give. Motherfuckers forget 'bout you when you bidin′ alone. Carla Thomas became the first woman to achieve a Top 10 hit on the Hot 100 with a song she wrote herself when "Gee Whiz (Look At His Eyes)" reached the chart's top tier in 1961. I know its probably best for us to go our seperate ways, cause i know imma fuck up again.
But me and my niggas want to burn the bitch. Talkin bout red bitch. Any nigga that think they hard, I doubt that. If thats goin to make you feel better than gone do it hell you asked me about this lil petty. And what happened to niggas sendin?
This what I need y'all nigga to do. It didn't cover my semen. You can't buy this in the store. I'm a grab your hand and put it on it. I drink straight Yac.
See you got me goin' Baby I can't explain it Whatever yea doin' is workin' Baby don't change it I'm your number one, your number one, your number one fan. Ma leave you one day. If he's already defined realness—and there's no doubt that he has—the next topic to pin down has to be sex. Where I'm from, these crackers hidin?
All I got is sliders in my gear. I can make you sweat it out. I've been running my checks up. The real niggas in these streets are the all time low. Here with all my niggas.
Some niggas doin′ time right now that ain't their fault. In prison, my nigga. They shot your partner, you ain't shoot back. Y′all can′t kept dawg phone calls, man. Saved playlists.. module disabled/. But let the truth be told its.
Is just make sure you can deal with it but if we do break up imma keep tryin to get it this. Windows on it, I tint that shit. Written by: JONATHAN ROTEM, ALGERNOD WASHINGTON. Let you twerk it for me. Me and you and you and me. Song Lyrics: Lyrics - 1 Mo Time by Plies. And if they ain't holdin′, put a block on your phone. He thought he had himself some soldiers on the front row. My nigga, they took care of a lot of you motherfuckers, man. Too much of me too fast and you'll overdose. Call me when you feel bad. I'm good, baby, don't need no receipt. Not a motherfuckin′ thang but hope fun appears. Pretend she ain't got the pain and shit.
Cuz this bitch here, got a lot of kick. Gungang like im hot topic. Guess I need to start working out. Where I'm from, these crackers hidin′ niggas at the crib. You put a block on the phone 'cuz your fuckin′ another nigga, man. They gonna notice the shit real.
Matter of fact, that who I'm trying to hit. Shootin' 'til my fingers hurt. Night time, day time, I can give it to you both. Guess what I did today. Nobody care about you when you ain′t got shit to give. I turn my back on them, that mean I'm the pussy nigga then.
Chillin, waiting for the drop. It′s a lot of niggas that′s locked up that when they was out of here. What you wanna here but i cant change. Stupid and give me away if you want too. Plies:] Shawty you my medicine. Let me see what you working with. Go on, bend it over! Plies one more time lyrics.html. It's Plies, baby (Plies, baby) And next time you see somebody homie that's so bad that you can't resist them Walk up to 'em and tell that you they #1 Fan. Go and bust it open.
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