m getting to know you well (Getting to know you well) I think we might be okay Getting to know you well (Getting to know you well) Just wish I could break
'm getting to know you well (Getting to know you well) I think we might be okay Getting to know you well (Getting to know you well) Just wish I could
and cocaine! I know what you're getting for Christmas Singing Fa la. Fa la. Fa la. Fa la. Fa la. Fa la. I know what you're getting for Christmas For
rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money [Busta Rhymes] All I know
know you see me I know you see it, I know you see it, I know you see it Nigga, I know you see it I know you see it, I know you see it You could look the
but they ain't never made the news shawty Call me St Lou' cause I'm giving you the blues shawty If you see me in the Lamb', than you know that boo bought
rear ended Pause! Like a red light, I'm dead right! Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights? They say "you don't know what you're doing till you
you know I gotta win everyday day, goooo see they don't really wanna pop me just know that you will never flop me and I know that I can be a little
pu-pump it up And back it up like a Tonka truck Dale! [Jennifer Lopez] If you go hard you gotta get on the floor If you're a party freak then step on
Yeezy get ass a lot [Katy Perry] You're so hypnotizing Could you be the devil Could you be an angel Your touch magnetizing Feels like I am floating Leaves my body glowing They say be afraid You
Oh, disco heaven Oh, disco heaven Get back, bunny It's getting cold in here little honey We got a show to put on your dress Take a minute for us and
Babe) I'm so unpredictable you don't know what to think So unemotional Wonder if I'm even still in love You see I don't know what to tell you now It
Ay I Mean Stand Like A creeper Cuz You Gotta Beep her I Mean Prime Might Be Sayin You Ain't Joggin Either But Man Ol' Girl Gotta fat Ol' Ass Yeah The Type To Make You
The Day Ay I Mean Stand Like A Grouper Cuz You Gotta Beeper I Mean Prime Might Be Sayin You Ain't Joggin Either But Man Ol' Girl Gotta Phat Ol' Ass Yeah The Type To Make You
all you want but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone Out in the club And I'm sippin that bubb And you're not gonna reach my telephone Call all you
where you're going But you know it's gone be quite a ride You know with every twist, turn, crash and burn That you're gonna reach the other side You
small town he said, she said Ain't it funny how rumors spread Like I know something y'all don't know Man, that talk is getting old You better mind your