I'm telling you straight up I'm loving him I'm telling you straight up I think about him Sitting here wondering how How I'm gonna let you down This love
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[1] I'm telling you straight up I'm loving him I'm telling you straight up I think about him Sitting here wondering how How I'm gonna let you down This
enjoying my sparkling wine, we certainly are Well, be careful because this shit will get you fucked up Bitch I'm like no other, one of a kind, my sparkling
dressed up when I'm all messed up I'm feelin' fine Think what life would be with a girl like me And a love like mine I'm not the girl next door oh no I wake up
they catchin' up, we smokin' up And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark St. Louis sportin' the rams, cards and lil' arch My dirty's love to spark, and love to sparkle
I should slash my wrist And my seven, from me thinkin' I should total my six Or should straight spazz out, fuck his man and split (Uh, huh) Took the code straight
moved her body All across the dance floor Tore me all apart, straight to my heart And it was nothing but a freaky art Live from 113th Street and Seventh Avenue Straight
it back in perspective Beat up shit with a dash of the peppers Get blast for ya necklace Leave ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus We up in the club, dash
mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight
Hello, and welcome back to Pillow Talk I hope you're with your bitch 'Cuz it's time to get cozy with the ICP So wind back with a sparkling glass of Faygo
how's it feel have you got what you want and you'll multiply and divide Go! Straight to the point and you're lending your voice pretending you're standing up
death Don't get it mixed up, my chips up I'm glued to checks Don't get it switched up with the chicks, cause I'm smooth as Heff Yep and it ain't nothing
down the block? Yo hood is down, you're taking mine Cee Lo knows about his business So he runs it down one time He get keys straight from Miami Hooks it up
won't lie straight so I guess I got to saw So I sawed off poor Bill's arms and legs and I laid him snug and straight In the little coffin he picked
boy like a damn change number Uhh, hang up and try again I kill ya, wake ya up and make you die again Spark it up and make a nigga block fry again Go
party ain't a party if you don't bring a sack Or your own 12-Pack or this 12 on the wax I detail every track to make a sentence sparkle Giving thoughts
him naked pictures of bitches And if they talkin' backwards, he'll have a homie's jack up That nigga fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a homies tack up We
