! (Justin Timberlake) Justin Timberlake You got a hole in your head You got a hole in your head, girl (Repeat 3x) (Rihanna) No use, your lips keep movin
can pretend (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Now here come Mr. Lover girl come position yuhself Slowly movin' into position like a beat from the kick drum You are so
is Stop sleepin on my group bitch! [Verse 1: Eminem] For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped Cause I'ma have da last lips to ever
life You don't understand I'm so glad we're at the same place at the same time, it's over now I spotted you dancin' You made all the girls stare Those lips
shawty, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I guess if I can let the night just drift away So baby whatcha gon' do? 'Cause I don't wanna lose it Come on keep it movin
But the way your boys movin' it It puts me in the mood What would it take for you to just leave with me? Not tryin' to sound conceited but you and me are
and get your cheddar better Volcano gone erupt, it won't lay at rest forever Every level of the game, the country boys gettin' to it Nothin' but your lips is movin
gonna lie, I make broke look good More time I supply just tryna get by You should never ask me why I smoke till my lips split They always send me to try to stop movin
love for you blad, it's business I do this for [Incomprehensible] And daddy's goin' doolally if someone tries to violate me Niggas that are in house are
movie script No yay, no pounds, no uzi clips Not a car, no bling, know a bougie bitch You got all of these rappers sayin they movin bricks They whole
bullets I'ma treat these shell casin's like a soccer ball I'ma kick the ballistics So get this dick, I'ma live this I'm livin' life in the fast lane Movin
movin' my body all around Boy you 'bout to make the rain come down Boy you 'bout to make the rain come down Feel my rain come Pourin', soakin', longin' Your lips
your hand movin' up my thighs Skirt around my waist, wall against my face I can feel your lips I don't wanna stop just because People walkin' by are
wall (Weaker in my eyesight) Weaker in my eyesight The candle in my grip (Words that have no form) And words that have no form Are fallin' from my lips
you was too tense for me to get through And then I got you loose it's like a glove how I fit you Your two lips they smell like tulips so official My
, and his dogs Fuck you all Napoleon's dynamite blew up in his face Yoo busy handin out plates, now get yourself a taste Yum, gravy over lips seekin
'm hovering to make time slow down go back to last year we'll meet again but the characters are never gonna be the same that's clear I wanna see your
the car on our way to the shot Well, yo, right now, kick the bass for ?em brothers And let ?em know what goes on Rolling Stones of the rap game, not braggin? Lips
