I need to touch you, smell you, hug you All through the day Kiss you, hug you, smell you, touch you, tease you, please you And sing your name Only you
hour I need to see your face I need you, touch you, smell you,hug you,all through the day Kiss you, hug you, smell you, touch you, teas you, please you
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each hour I need to see your face I need you, touch you, smell you,hug you,all through the day Kiss you, hug you, smell you, touch you, teas you, please you
your name If I could stop this fire And make it rain Oh, I would be free of loving you Oh, if only you were mine If only you knew
-ck if it's your record And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask somebody, you gotta know you
me kaseem dean ? when i come thru hit you with the brand new buggati coupe, damn thing only only sits 2 but you know who who ridin in my passenger side
Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do When you ready, shit I was born ready And I was
's right to hear? You? Hey, PMRC, you stupid fucking assholes The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots
m just gonna rock this joint, yo go head, go head Here it go, press record All eyes over here, we about to show you You know, ballers down the hill Ayo
, 30 floors up (So high) You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got
the graveyard I'm the William Wallace of this shit Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal
you sayin', you must never break the chain And if you don't love me now, you will never love me again I can still hear you sayin', you must never break
you I don't smoke the weed if it ain't purple or blue And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die This is S.P. dump it in, you bitch I get
, dog, then I'm battin' you down Don't you ask me what's happenin' now This ain't a re-run, niggas. see P gun I'm clappin' you clowns, what? You don'
looks after you apply the gloss I love you, girl, girl You look right in the screen and take it off, off See I can't wait till I get a little taste of you
