Laffy Taffy (Remix) - Lyrics - D4l

Title: Laffy Taffy (Remix)
Artist: D4l
Composer(s): Lefabian Williams, Dennis Butler, Larry Curtis Johnson, Adrian Parks, Michael Edwin Johnson, Richard Wayne Jr Sims

Lyric:
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
(Candy girl)

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
(Candy girl)
Dat laffy taffy

I'm lookin' fa Mrs. Bubble Gum
I'm Mr. Chik-O-Stick
I wanna dun dun dun
Oh, 'cuz you so thick

Girls call me Jolly Rancher
'Cuz I stay so hard
You can suck me for a long time
Oh my god!

Girl dis ain't no dance flo'
Dis a candy sto'
And I'm really geeked up
And I got mo' dro

I pop, I roll
It's off, I know
It's da summertime
But yo' laffy taffy got me froze

Get loose
Get low
Don't be shy
I'm faybo

I know you wanna ride
You a star and it shows
What's hapnin'? What's up? What's up?
Let's go, let's go, let's go

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
(Candy girl)
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
(Candy girl)
Dat laffy taffy

Cum on trick, cum on trick
Here go Mr. Chocolate
I like da way you break it down
Waddle, stop you watchin' it

Laffy taffy I'm likin' it
Big ol' ass you shakin' bi***
Close yo mouth and don't say shit
Bend on ova' and hit a split

Work dat pole then work it well
Stacks on deck, yo ankles swell
Girl let me touch ya
I will neva tell

The security guard don't scare nobody
Damn right I touched dat ho
All dis money just hit da flo'
D4L I'm ready to go

Ho can't even shake no mo'
Dey tired out, let's ride out
Bitch wanna go, den she can go
When she get in my car, I ain't playin' no mo'

Start movin' on my faybo
Bitch she probably already know
Let me see dat laffy taffy
(Dun dun dun)

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
(Candy girl)
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
(Candy girl)
Dat laffy taffy

Say baby girl
A what you gon' do?
I got a hundred 1's
I wanna po' on you

Just keep dat ass shakin'
And I'ma keep tippin' you
While I sit back like a playa
Sippin' Grey Goose

Feelin' all loose
'Cuz girl you on yo' job
You got my dick hard
Da way you touch dem toes

Workin' dem micros
On da stilettos
You made it skeet skeet skeet
Like a water hose
(Candy girl)

Got me goin' in my pocket
Pullin' out mo' dough
Let da waitress know I need to order
Five hundred mo'

You could best believe lata on we headed to da mo'
So go on and pack dem bags
And let's mothafuckin' go
I'm waitin' on yo' fine ass at da front do'
Girl you don' know

I'ma toss da laffy taffy
Toss it, flip it and slap it
Bust a couple of nuts
And get right back at it

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
(Candy girl)
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
(Candy girl)
Dat laffy taffy

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Laffy Taffy - Lyrics - Down for Life - D4l

Title: Laffy Taffy
Album: Down for Life
Artist: D4l
Composer(s): Lefabian Williams, Dennis Butler, Larry Curtis Johnson, Adrian Parks, Michael Edwin Johnson, Richard Wayne Jr Sims

Lyric:
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
(Candy girl)

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
(Candy girl)
Dat laffy taffy

I'm lookin' fa Mrs. Bubble Gum
I'm Mr. Chik-O-Stick
I wanna dun dun dun
Oh, 'cuz you so thick

Girls call me Jolly Rancher
'Cuz I stay so hard
You can suck me for a long time
Oh my god!

Girl dis ain't no dance flo'
Dis a candy sto'
And I'm really geeked up
And I got mo' dro

I pop, I roll
It's off, I know
It's da summer time
But yo' laffy taffy got me froze

Get loose
Get low
Don't be shy
I'm faybo

I know you wanna ride
You a star and it shows
What's hapnin'? What's up? What's up?
Let's go, let's go, let's go

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
(Candy girl)
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
(Candy girl)
Dat laffy taffy

Cum on trick, cum on trick
Here go Mr. Chocolate
I like da way you break it down
Waddle, stop you watchin' it

Laffy taffy I'm likin' it
Big ol' a** you shakin' bi***
Close yo' mouth and don't say sh**
Bend on ova' and hit a split

Work dat pole then work it well
Stacks on deck, yo' ankles swell
Girl let me touch ya
I will neva tell

The security guard don't scare nobody
Damn right I touched dat ***
All dis money just hit da flo'
D4L I'm ready to go

*** can't even shake no mo'
Dey tired out, let's ride out
B**** you wanna go, den she can go
When she get in my car
I ain't playin' no mo'

Start movin' on my faybo
B**** she probably already know
Let me see dat laffy taffy
(Dun dun dun)

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
(Candy girl)
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
(Candy girl)
Dat laffy taffy

Say baby girl
A what you gon' do?
I got a hundred 1s
I wanna po on you

Just keep dat *** shakin'
And I'ma keep tippin' you
While I sit back like a playa
Sippin' Grey Goose

Feelin' all loose
'Cuz girl you on yo' job
You got my d*** hard
Da way you touch dem toes

Workin' dem micros
On da stilettos
You made it skeet skeet skeet
Like a water hose
(Candy girl)

Got me goin' in my pocket
Pullin' out mo' dough
Let da waitress know I need to order
Five hundred mo'

You besta believe lata on we headed to da mo'
So gon' and pack dem bags
And let's mothaf***in' go
I'm waitin' on yo fine a**
At da front do'
Girl you don' know

I'ma toss da laffy taffy
Toss it, flip it and slap it
Bust a couple of nuts
And get right back at it

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
(Candy girl)
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy

Girl shake dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
Dat laffy taffy
(Candy girl)
Dat laffy taffy

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Booty Meat - Lyrics - Unsigned and Still Major Da Album Before Da Album - Soulja Boy

Title: Booty Meat
Album: Unsigned and Still Major Da Album Before Da Album
Artist: Soulja Boy
Composer(s): Deandre Way

Lyric:
Yeah, dis one right here is for all them girls with dat booty meat
Booty meat, booty meat, booty meat, booty meat

Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat

Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat

Girl shake dat booty meat all up on me
Soulja Boy up in this thang come an hang wit me
I?m ya Ace Boon Coon, drink champagne wit me
Take a bubble bath come an switch lanes wit me

I?m the #1 Stunna let me see what you got
I?m the baller ?round town let me see how you pop
I?m ya girl best friend let me see how you hop
Put that thang in the air then make it drop

Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat

Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat

Girl b- double o-t-y-m-e-a-t you know it, dat spell bootymeat
I got a car full of girls and we makin? a creep
Soulja Boy up in this thang puttin? shawty to sleep
I?m ready for whateva if you know what i mean
Come here lil? shawty you dat booty meat queen
Booty meat in my face even when I be walkin?
All da girls love me and dey straight up be stalkin?

Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat

Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat

Girl well I guess it's my turn I?m ?bout to steal da show
Soulja Boy stays on deck as you already know
Man I?m ?bout to hit da spot man I?m ready to go
Whole bunch of fine girls dey from head to toe
I?m ya Ace Boon Coon like I said before
Let me see you turn around just like a pro
Shake it for me shawty till you can?t no mo
You a man?s best friend I?m just lettin? you know

Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat

Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat

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Ding Dong Song - Lyrics - 69 Boyz

Title: Ding Dong Song
Artist: 69 Boyz
Composer(s): Albert V Bryant

Lyric:
95 South and them Boyz 69
Prepare for the stabbin' 'cause it's ding-a-ling time
It ain't no interruption, so please unplug the phone
And get ready for the stabbin' from the ding-a-ling song
(Ding-ding-dong-a-ding-ding-da-dong-dong)
(Hooh, da-dat, da-dat, da-dat)

Yeah, 69 Boyz in the house, believe dat
Backed up by the 95 South and it goes like this, c'mon

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat

Yo, don't try to fake the funk on
Go on, give you ya milk-bone, the ding-dong
So mangy kitty-cat, get back
Get back, get back, get back, uhh

'Cause I'm servin' well-done ground beef
Backed up by a glass of Sweet T
And you know my theme song, uhh, that ding-a-long
So just call me 'ball park'
'Cause I pump when you click your jaw

And girl, I'm surprised you took it all
'Cause I run you like a track meet
I can't wait, so jump in the back seat
In y' caddy, or bikini, so get ready, for the [unverified]
And you know the words, so sing along
And prepare for the ding-ding-ding-along

Girl, you know you's a winner
Tell me what you want for dinner
How 'bout a six-pack of that
Ding-ding-dong, da-dat, da-dat

Help us, help us, 68
Who do you appreciate?
The one that's singin' you a sweet song,
Or the one that's feedin' you ding-dong?

'Cause I can't sing too well
But I can make that kitty-cat swell
So before I push up
Hold your breath and wish yourself good luck

This ain't 'I Dream of Jeannie'
And I ain't got no teeny weenie
Just call me King Kong
Leader of the pack when it comes to ding-dong

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat

95 South, get on the mic now

Ding-ding-dong-a-ding-ding-da-ding-dong
Come on over for a game of ping-pong
I'll serve, 'cause girl, I like ya
Pass ya 'round and lemme spike ya

So let a nigga get on ya
Pretty baby, I'm gon-na
Call ya up one night to ring-a-ling
Put in your order for a 3-piece ding-a-ling

Or an extra crispy Dom dinner
I'm in her, yo fellas, I got a winner
'Cause I pack you with Dom till you fall asleep
Call me Black, or Daddy Dog Sheep

Hey yo, fellas, you gots to keep her
'Cause a nigga like Black'll creep her
Hey yo, girl, you can't go wrong
With this ding-ding-dong-a-ding-ding-da-dong-dong

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat

It's the Booty Man

C'mon, c'mon, it's weenie-time
95 South down with 69
Ain't nuttin' but plumbers! You're gettin' weak
'Cause I'm deep in ya stomach

And it ain't no shame
Hey girl, let's go to the ball game
If you're hungry, I'll feed ya
I got a menu, so let me read ya

Hot smoked sausages and some salty peanuts
And great, big ol' hot-dawgs that'll sho'nuff fill ya up, right
But yo, don't try to eat too much
'Cause you know you might get choked
But you can't play around with a ding-a-long sandwich
'Cause it ain't no joke

So when you come inside to fight tonight
Be ready for the ding-a-ling
And you can bring your glove if you want this love
So step inside the ring

I got left jabs and right jabs
And I'ma hit you below the belt
I talked to the surgeon general
He said ding-a-ling was good for your health, uhh

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
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Screw Dat - Lyrics - Mike Jones

Title: Screw Dat
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Salih Williams, Mike Jones

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Lyric:
We gon' screw dat

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl cause this shit come around
(We gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin' through ya town
(We gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-town
(We gon' screw dat)

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl cause this shit come around
(We gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin' through ya town
(We gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-town
(We gon' screw dat)

I'm from the city of the codeine, candy paint with fallin' screens
Diamonds in my grill and ear, you know I live a baller's dream
My music gotta be
(Screwed up)
I came in the game and moved up
A lot of people hate the fact that Mike Jones blew up
I got diamonds shinin' on my cross, candy blind me from the gloss
I keep my hand on Nina Ross for haters who wanna break me off
80 4's underneath my ride, fortified keep it by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl 'cause this shit come around
(We gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin' through ya town
(We gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-town
(We gon' screw dat)

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl 'cause this shit come around
(We gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin' through ya town
(We gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-town
(We gon' screw dat)

You know me hundred dollar bills on my fold up
80 4's every time I roll up
Purple drink every time I po' up, purple drink every time I po' up
Doe-doe that's all I blow up, got in the game and I had to show up
Piece and chain, diamond range, when you see it it'll make you throw up
Down south we flip the bills hold wood wheel and show icy grills
I'm still runnin' the underground, even though I got a major deal
Down south we flip the bills hold wood wheel and show icy grills
I'm still runnin' the underground, even though I got a major deal

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl cause this shit come around
(We gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin' through ya town
(We gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-town
(We gon' screw dat)

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl 'cause this shit come around
(We gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin' through ya town
(We gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-town
(We gon' screw dat)

So we be jammin' our music slow, candy drippin' up off the do'
Diamonds shinin, pimp reclinin' I'm actin' bad on all you hoes
2 8 1 3 3 oh, 8 0 0 4
Hit Mike Jones up on the low 'cause Mike Jones about to blow
Swishahouse, Swisha blast, we on the grind, for the cash
Y'all movin' slow, we movin' fast, y'all movin' slow, we movin' fast
I'm stackin' dough, pimpin' hoes, grippin' grain sippin' on fo-fo's
I stay on the grind 'til the day I go, I stay on the grind 'til the day I go

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl cause this shit come around
(We gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin through ya town
(We gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-town
(We gon' screw dat)

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl 'cause this shit come around
(We gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin' through ya town
(We gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-town
(We gon' screw dat)

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Go Girl - Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

Title: Go Girl
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Calvin Broadus, Josef Leimberg

Lyric:
I party like a rockstar
I look like a movie star
I play like an all star
I fuck like a pornstar

Baby I'm a superstar
Always posted at the bar
Always wit' a couple broads
Maybe I'm just dat dat raw

Dawg check da resume
I hit somethin' everyday
Ask about me n' dey'll say
That chicko run MIA

Pitbull, young boss
That's fire, go girl wear it out
'Til you're tired
Just tryin' to pay tuition, liar

My corner is like HBO's wire
So please don't play no games
And baby don't say no names
And we can do this one more again
Next time you can bring your friends

So go get your friends
And I get my friends
And we can be friends
Do dis every weekend

We can hit your place
We can hit my place
She's on my top 8
I bagged her off of Myspace

Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl

Shake dem dice and roll em'
Shake dem dice and roll em'
When dey ask you what's dat dance
You say dat's the hustle man

Girl I wanna know your name
Girl who you be?
Don't care wif' who you came
As long as you leave wit' me

What chu sippin' on?
I'll buy you a drink
Get you in them shiny things
Yer grill be pink
I see those Jimmy Choos

Those Vera Wangs
I love the way you work
Girl do your thing
You see my stunna shades
I'm like a star
My click is full of ballas
We at the bar

So go get your friends
And I get my friends
And we can be friends
Do dis every weekend

We can hit your place
We can hit my place
She's on my top 8
I bagged her off of Myspace

Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl

Shake dem dice and roll em'
Shake dem dice and roll em'
When dey ask you what's dat dance
You say dat's the hustle man

Diamond princess
I make em' bust quick
Man I back it up
Like a Mack Truck

Don't talk about it, boy
Be about it, boy
I got them girls, boy
Turn out your girls, boy

Just talking freak nig
I'm talking freaky shit
'Cause I'm a freaky bitch

So go get your friends
And I get my friends
And we can be friends
Do this every weekend

We can hit your place
We can hit my place
She's on my top 8
I bagged her off of Myspace

Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl
Go girl, go girl

Shake dem dice and roll em'
Shake dem dice and roll em'
When dey ask you what's dat dance
You say dat's the hustle man

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Believe Dat - Lyrics - 5 * Stunna - Birdman

Title: Believe Dat
Album: 5 * Stunna
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): Dwayne Carter, Tristan Jones, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Stunna it's your turf, baby
And me the heart thrive
Yeah, I be with 'em different hoes
You know I mean 'em different hoes
I mean 'em, believe dat, believe dat
Tell 'em, girl, believe dat

Got a bitch in the back, got a hoe in the front
Got work in the back and got more in the front
It be the Birdman, baby, everythin' kosher
Birdman, baby, feathers all over

Tony Montana, white leather, soft sofas
Got to many cars so now I buy chauffeur
All about my penion like a motherfuckin' loafer
I was in the crack game before bakin' soda

Bitch, I'm a OG, bitch, I'm a OG
I'm gettin' high off my money 'til I OD
See you don't know me, them bitches know me
My old hoe's tellin' me go back to gold tee

King size bed, nigga, gold sheets
Gold bottle for breakfast, nigga, let's eat
I got five and they all sexy
They all drive new cars and they love me

Yeah, I be with 'em different hoes
I mean 'em different hoes
I mean it, believe dat, believe dat
Tell 'em, girl, believe dat

Put your name, believe dat
Where you from? Believe dat
I know what you're sayin', believe dat
It's like I'm just playin' but believe dat

Look fresh with the heavy metal, you know I need that
Gucci stay fly on the stage believe dat
We one of a kind we do it 'til you see me black
Ice with the chrome and the silver how you love dat

Too fresh, to cool, too shiny, too fool, too sunny
Spend money that's just what we do
Believe I'ma shine, believe I'ma grind
Believe me your girl at my house all the time

Believe I'm about to hustla, believe me I've got the muscle
Believe I'm a stunna man, you know I know the struggle
Come from the pot pan, come from another land
Come with a better game, baby, I'm the Birdman

Yeah, 'cause I be with different hoes
Ya know 'em different hoes
I mean weezy, believe dat
They just gonna cut me off believe dat

What? Believe dat
I know what you're sayin', believe dat
I feel you, believe dat
Baby, why you cryin? Believe dat
Yo, you ain't lyin', believe dat

I'm on the yacht and boats, pills and hydro
Bras and money, hommie, that's what a nigga know
She know I shine 'cause you know I grind 'cause
She know I'm high with the metal all the time 'cause

And she believe me and she all in me
We poppin' bottles to a few of her Ocean B
I'm all NC, I'm all good daddy, I'm the Birdman
You know I'm in the new Caddy

Believe me she get money just like me
I stay strapped with the flame in my new fleet
A 100 million dollar, suede with the leather seats
With the gator on the front, with the platinum teeths

Ya bitch, 'cause I be with 'em different hoes
Ya know those different hoes
I mean weezy, believe dat
They just gonna cut me off, believe dat

Girl, what? Believe dat
I understand, believe dat, believe dat
My girl say and I say believe dat
My girl say and I say believe dat

Yeah, believe dat
One hundred, let me take a shot
I want that shawty
I like 'em tall thin and shot
Girl, what?
Believe dat, believe dat
One hundred, nigga, believe dat

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Who Dat - Lyrics - Sex, Love and Pain - Tank

Title: Who Dat
Album: Sex, Love and Pain
Artist: Tank
Composer(s): Durrell Babbs, Antonio Dixon, Harvey William Jr Mason, Steven L Russell, Damon E Thomas

Lyric:
Who dat? Who dat?
I wanna know right now

How would you like it if I told you I had a new chick?
And didn't need you no more 'cause you where sick with it?
What if I was all in her crib and she was lovin' this ***
'Cause I didn't want you to know?

You ain't even on the low with it
You're actin' like you let a *** hit it
Plus, you ain't got no job
So how you them get fits and that whip?
Just tell me who dat *** is?

Who, who dat with they arms all up around you?
And who dat gettin' and hittin' it like I use to?
Who dat spendin' all they chips?
Who, who dat bought you all that ***?

Tell me where did he come from and why he all on my ***?
How could you let him come in and get what I had?
I really don't wanna know but, girl, I gots to
Tell me who's dat ***, baby who?

Would you like it if I went and got a floss piece?
And let her stay at my crib 'cause she would cook for me?
What if I gave her my last name, she was the one that I claimed?
And I didn't tell you 'cause I didn't want you to know

You ain't even on the low with it
You're actin' like you let a *** hit it
Plus, you ain't got no job
So how you get them fits and that whip?
Just tell me who dat ***

Who, who dat with they arms all up around you?
And who dat gettin' and hittin' it like I use to?
Who dat spendin' all they chips?
Who, who dat bought you all that ***?

Where did he come from and why he all on my ***
How could you let him come in and get what I had?
I really don't wanna know but, girl, I gots to
Tell me who's dat ***, baby who?

It's killin' me knowin' you ain't mine
You're givin' him all my bump and grind
I wish I had a chance to make it right
Just one, one more time

It's killin' me to know that you're gone
What a *** got to do to get you on?
I just can't take it, I just can't fake it

Who, who dat with they arms all up around you?
And who dat gettin' and hittin' it like I use to?
Who dat spendin' all they chips?
Who, who dat bought you all that ***?

Where did he come from and why he all on my ***?
How could you let him come in and get what I had?
I really don't wanna know but, girl, I gots to
Tell me who's dat ***, baby

Who dat takin' care of you?
Tell me, girl, tell me who dat
Who dat makin' love to you?
Tell me, lemme hear about who dat
Girl, tell me who dat? Who dat ***?

Who dat takin' care of you?
Tell me, girl, tell me *** who dat
Who dat makin' love to you?
Lemme hear about who dat
Just tell me who dat, who dat?

Who, who dat with they arms all up around you?
And who dat gettin' and hittin' it like I use to?

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Ditch That - Lyrics - Lovehate - The Dream

Title: Ditch That
Album: Lovehate
Artist: The Dream
Composer(s): Christopher Stewart, Terius Youngdell Nash

Lyric:
After we leave
Be all you need
Are those Victoria?s Secrets?
Let me see
What?s your fee?
Never mind baby, you owe me
For them drinks at the bar
And for smoking this weed

He ain?t like me
I can make your days and nights
Look like fantasy
He ain?t got nothing on me
My garage looks like the Dupont registry
I?m so superb
Shawty what?s the word?
If you lookin? for love, love, love
I give you what you deserve

Bring your a** to the crib
Ditch dat ni**a
You trying to f**k or you still playin??
Ditch dat ni**a
You need a grown a** man girl
Ditch dat ni**a
Understand what I?m sayin? girl?

Ditch dat ni**a
Got her out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like

Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a

She got needs
She?s laid up in my Rolls
She got your text
?Do you want to get it??
She said, ?Not yet?
After the finale
She got you on the phone
Said that she wasn?t coming home
Then she?s downloading my ringtone

He ain?t like me
I can make your days and nights
Look like fantasy
He ain?t got nothing on me
My garage looks like the Dupont registry
I?m so superb
Shawty what?s the word?
If you lookin? for love, love, love
I give you what you deserve

Bring your a** to the crib
Ditch dat ni**a
You trying to f**k or you still playin??
Ditch dat ni**a
You need a grown a** man girl
Ditch dat ni**a
Understand what I?m sayin? girl?

Ditch dat ni**a
Got her out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like

Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a

Got what you want
Grab what you need
Have another drink
I?m taking her with me
Enter the Phantom
Proceed to creep
Exit the Phantom
Up in dem sheets

Grab my neck
Squeeze my hands
Touch your twins
Squeeze your a**
Not too slow
Not too fast
DJ run this mu-f**ka back

Bring your a** to the crib
Ditch dat ni**a
You trying to f**k or you still playin??
Ditch dat ni**a
You need a grown a** man girl
Ditch dat ni**a
Understand what I?m sayin? girl?

Ditch dat ni**a
Got her out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em out on the floor like

Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a
I got ?em up in the club
Ditch dat ni**a

Now I got what she want
And she see what she want in me
And I ain?t here to beef
Even though you fightin?
Let it be
She?s coming with me
She?s leavin? with me
She?s coming with me
She?s leavin? with me

Now put the back out on this b**ch
Know you got a little money
In the club talkin? honey
Heard you got a little car
But she comin? with me, me, me, me, me, me
'Cause I got a lot of love
Now she wanna be my girl
Keep throwin? that money up
She?s comin? with me, me, me

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Dat Girl - Lyrics - Usher

Title: Dat Girl
Artist: Usher
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges, Rich Harrison

Lyric:
Yo, rich
I think I got something here
That girl right there, yeah, look at her
Watch what she do right here

You know, you know
That girl right there, she gaming
That girl right there, yeah

Listen, I been from shorty to shorty
From the nice girls to naughty ones
Coming up short, straining my throat
Trying tell them just what I want then I saw you
And I knew you wouldn't playing no

Hey, hey, I, I, I forgot all the skinny model
Chicks I?ve dropped check it, when I did it they get it
They try to flip it for me to hit it but I only want you
And girl I ain't even playing no, hey, I said

You
(The only one I want)
You
(The only one I need)
You
(The only one I see)
I said you
(Girl, give it all to me)

You
(The only one that?s real)
You
(The only one I feel)
Oh, you
(The only one I wanna chill)
Oh, you
(Girl, give it all to me)
Come on

That girl right there
With the big door Nobbie earrings on
That girl right there
With her stomach all out, she got me gone

That girl with lip tattoo
That girl right there
(That girl right there)
I need you right here
(I need you right here)
That girl right there, there, there

Yeah, right there, oh
You see them girls right there
No, no, no
Yeah, right there

I, I all these diamonds, all up in this watch
But I'm looking at you, wind it up, no, not you
Can't keep it hot, the little tattoo right above your butt
My ride's right outside looking so cold
(Come see it, girl)

I know you know but you don't wanna be alone
(No, no, no, no, no)
So come on let me show you

(The only one I want)
Oh, you
(The only one I need)
Oh, you
(The only one I see)
I said you
(Girl, give it all to me)
Talkin' 'bout you

(The only one that?s real)
You
(The only one I feel)
Oh, you
(The only one I wanna chill)
Oh, you
(Girl, give it all to me)
Come on

That girl right there
With the big door Nobbie earrings on
That girl right there
With her stomach all out, she got me gone

That girl with lip tattoo
That girl right there
(That girl right there)
I need you right here
(I, I need you right here)

That girl right there, there, there
Yeah, right there
Yeah, right there, na, na, na
Yeah, right there

That girl right there
With the little tattoo right above her
Thigh, thigh, thigh, thigh, thigh
Pierced belly button pretty toes
And the light brown eyes
Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes

Like yeast in the oven, all of the sudden
She made me rise, rise, rise, rise, rise
Can't get her off my mind
Got Luda like why, why, why, why

Sexy lady got me gone
Never thought that it can happen to a pimp
But I bet she was plotting all along
She the one that should be working with a limp

Or a cane 'cause her game is extra strong
But she better watch her back
'Cause in fact my plan of attack in sack
Or the back of the lac with the yack is extra long

All my ladies so, so fine
But in my heart I?ve made up my mind
'Cause everything that you
(Wear)
The way that you fixin' your
(Hair)
Gotta keep on acting keep
(Playing)
Keep making your boy say

That girl right there
With the big door Nobbie earrings on
That girl right there
With her stomach all out, she got me gone

That girl with lip tattoo
That girl right there
(That girl right there)
I need you right here
(I need you right here)
That girl right there, there, there

Yeah, right there
Yeah, right there
No, no, no
Yeah, right there

Dip slow, let it roll
All the way down to the floor
That girl she janglin'
That girl she janglin'

Dip slow, let it roll
All the way down to the floor
Watch her, she janglin'
That girl she janglin'

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Dat Girl Right There - Lyrics - Usher

Title: Dat Girl Right There
Artist: Usher
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges, Rich Harrison

Lyric:
Yo, rich
I think I got something here
That girl right there, yeah, look at her
Watch what she do right here

You know, you know
That girl right there, she gaming
That girl right there, yeah

Listen, I been from shorty to shorty
From the nice girls to naughty ones
Coming up short, straining my throat
Trying tell them just what I want then I saw you
And I knew you wouldn't playing no

Hey, hey, I, I, I forgot all the skinny model
Chicks I?ve dropped check it, when I did it they get it
They try to flip it for me to hit it but I only want you
And girl I ain't even playing no, hey, I said

You
(The only one I want)
You
(The only one I need)
You
(The only one I see)
I said you
(Girl, give it all to me)

You
(The only one that?s real)
You
(The only one I feel)
Oh, you
(The only one I wanna chill)
Oh, you
(Girl, give it all to me)
Come on

That girl right there
With the big door Nobbie earrings on
That girl right there
With her stomach all out, she got me gone

That girl with lip tattoo
That girl right there
(That girl right there)
I need you right here
(I need you right here)
That girl right there, there, there

Yeah, right there, oh
You see them girls right there
No, no, no
Yeah, right there

I, I all these diamonds, all up in this watch
But I'm looking at you, wind it up, no, not you
Can't keep it hot, the little tattoo right above your butt
My ride's right outside looking so cold
(Come see it, girl)

I know you know but you don't wanna be alone
(No, no, no, no, no)
So come on let me show you

(The only one I want)
Oh, you
(The only one I need)
Oh, you
(The only one I see)
I said you
(Girl, give it all to me)
Talkin' 'bout you

(The only one that?s real)
You
(The only one I feel)
Oh, you
(The only one I wanna chill)
Oh, you
(Girl, give it all to me)
Come on

That girl right there
With the big door Nobbie earrings on
That girl right there
With her stomach all out, she got me gone

That girl with lip tattoo
That girl right there
(That girl right there)
I need you right here
(I, I need you right here)

That girl right there, there, there
Yeah, right there
Yeah, right there, na, na, na
Yeah, right there

That girl right there
With the little tattoo right above her
Thigh, thigh, thigh, thigh, thigh
Pierced belly button pretty toes
And the light brown eyes
Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes

Like yeast in the oven, all of the sudden
She made me rise, rise, rise, rise, rise
Can't get her off my mind
Got Luda like why, why, why, why

Sexy lady got me gone
Never thought that it can happen to a pimp
But I bet she was plotting all along
She the one that should be working with a limp

Or a cane 'cause her game is extra strong
But she better watch her back
'Cause in fact my plan of attack in sack
Or the back of the lac with the yack is extra long

All my ladies so, so fine
But in my heart I?ve made up my mind
'Cause everything that you
(Wear)
The way that you fixin' your
(Hair)
Gotta keep on acting keep
(Playing)
Keep making your boy say

That girl right there
With the big door Nobbie earrings on
That girl right there
With her stomach all out, she got me gone

That girl with lip tattoo
That girl right there
(That girl right there)
I need you right here
(I need you right here)
That girl right there, there, there

Yeah, right there
Yeah, right there
No, no, no
Yeah, right there

Dip slow, let it roll
All the way down to the floor
That girl she janglin'
That girl she janglin'

Dip slow, let it roll
All the way down to the floor
Watch her, she janglin'
That girl she janglin'

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Kitty Kitty - Lyrics - 69 Boyz

Title: Kitty Kitty
Artist: 69 Boyz
Composer(s): Albert V Bryant

Lyric:
Here kitty-kitty, here kitty-kitty-kitty
Aw, kitty kitty
(Here kitty-kitty, here kitty-kitty-kitty)
I thought I saw a puddy tat

Here kitty-kitty, here kitty-kitty-kitty
Aw, kitty kitty
(Here kitty-kitty, here kitty-kitty-kitty)
I thought I saw a puddy tat

What you doin'?
Nuttin' hon', uhh, uhh, I'm just nuttin' hon'
What you doin'?
(Nuttin', hon', aww, honey hon')

What you doin'?
Nuttin' hon', uhh, uhh, I'm just nuttin' hon'
What you doin'?
(Nuttin', hon', aww, honey hon')

Like I said, the party ain't dead
These girls ain't even scared to give head

Girl, stop tryin' to be smooth
Make way for a brother to make the first move
You're tryin' to act nice and sweet
'Cause I know that you is a freak

So let a brother lick them paws
And run the tongue on the G string draws
And tease the kitty just a little
Then stick my pole in the middle

Before I hit, let me ask
Did the dogs done hit in the path
'Cause if they ain't got they shots
Then the kitty might not get got

They say it ain't got a bad bone
In any ol 'eyes, it's gold
So girl, don't act seditty
Just give a brother some of that kitty

Here kitty-kitty, here kitty-kitty-kitty
Aw, kitty kitty
(Here kitty-kitty, here kitty-kitty-kitty)
I thought I saw a puddy tat

What you doin'?
Nuttin' hon', uhh, uhh, I'm just nuttin' hon'
What you doin'?
(Nuttin', hon', aww, honey hon')

Like I said, the party ain't dead
All these chicken heads just scared!

Kitties is cool and all that
But I like the real big cats
See, a cat got a little more strength
So they can take a little more length

You gotta feed a kitty real slow
But a cat can take a little bit mo'
So lay on down on the silk
So you can get a bowl of this milk

Then let's do it like dogs
I wanna see ya climb the walls
And once I get in them guts
I'ma do that straight cat strut

So please don't make a brother beg
To get inbetween them legs
Come on girl, have some pity
And give a brother some of that kitty

True dat, true dat, true dat, true dat
True dat, true dat, true dat, true dat
True dat, true dat, true dat, true dat
True dat, true dat, true dat, true dat

Here kitty-kitty, here kitty-kitty-kitty
Aw, kitty kitty
(Here kitty-kitty, here kitty-kitty-kitty)
I thought I saw a puddy tat

Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack came down, saidm "Thank you ma'am
But uh, you got change for a quarter?" Aow

Oh, baby, hey
Oh, baby, hey
Oh, baby, hey
Oh, baby, hey

Check it out
Lil' Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
Eatin' a bowl of cream o' wheat
She gave me a show, whatta you know
That lil' hoe was a freak, aw

Oh, baby, hey
Oh, baby, hey
Oh, baby, hey
Oh, baby, hey

Check it
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner
Beggin' this girl all night
She said no, he said "Oh, you gon' come on down
And take a hike, baby"

Oh, baby, hey
Oh, baby, hey
Oh, baby, hey
Oh, baby, hey

Little Bo Peep lost her sheep
Eyes were full of tears
I think girl need her
Whoot, there it is, aow

Oh, baby, hey
Oh, baby, hey
Oh, baby, hey
Oh, baby, hey

True dat, true dat, true dat, true dat
True dat, true dat, true dat, true dat
True dat, true dat, true dat, true dat
True dat, true dat, true dat, true dat

Here kitty-kitty, here kitty-kitty-kitty
Aw, kitty kitty
(Here kitty-kitty, here kitty-kitty-kitty)
I thought I saw a puddy tat

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Baby Boy - Lyrics - Sean Paul

Title: Baby Boy
Artist: Sean Paul
Composer(s): Sean Paul Henriques, Beyonce Knowles, Robert Waller, Shawn Carter, Scott Storch, Ini Kimozi

Lyric:
Certified quality
A dat da girl dem need
And dem not stop cry without apology
Buck dem da right way, dat my policy

Sean Paul alongside, Beyonce
Now hear what da man say
Dutty ya, dutty ya, dutty ya
Beyonce sing it now girl

Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies
(C'mon baby, tell me how you feel?)
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams

Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
(C'mon baby, tell me what's the deal?)
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams

Aah, oh, my baby's fly, baby, oh
Yes, no, hurt me so good baby, oh
I'm so, wrapped up in your love, let me go
Let me breathe, stay out my fantasies

Ya ready gimme da ting dat ya ready get ya live
And tell me all about da tings that you will fantasize
I know you dig da way me step da way me make my stride
Follow your feelings baby girl b/c they cannot be denied

Come check me in a night and make we get it amplified
Me have da ting to run da ship 'cause I'm go slip and I'm go slide
And in the words of love, I got ta get it certified
But I give you da toughest longest kinda ride, girl

Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams

Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams

Picture us dancin' real close
In a dark, dark corner of a basement party
Every time I close my eyes
It's like everyone left but you and me
In our own little world, the music is the sun
The dance floor becomes the sea
Feels like true paradise to me

Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams

Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
(By, by, by, by)
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams

Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Baby boy, you are so damn fine
Baby boy, won't you be mine
Baby boy, let's conceive an angel

Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Baby boy, you are so damn fine
Baby boy, won't you be mine
Baby boy, let's conceive an angel

Top, top, girl
Me and you together is a wrap, dat girl
Driving around da town in your drop top, girl
You no stop shock, girl
Little more da dutty, we'll rock dat world

Top, top, girl
Me and you together is a wrap, dat girl
Driving around da town in your drop top, girl
You no stop shock, girl
Little more da dutty, we'll rock dat world

Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams

Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams

I know you gona like it
I know you gona like it
So don't you fight it
So don't you fight it

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She'S A Gangsta - Lyrics - Girl Interrupted - Ms. Jade

Title: She'S A Gangsta
Album: Girl Interrupted
Artist: Ms. Jade
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Chevon Young

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Lyric:
Who da hell wanna test me big guns and things
See me in the source book bitch frozen rings
Never been a follower, always been a leader
Ya'll to need is get down on your knees
When you agreed I'm a gangsta
See me in a ball with my niggaz

No dudes ain't afraid to pull da trigger
Get shit trucked I'ma fuckin' icon
Niggaz in da streets whispering 'bout my rock
'Cos I'm da broad from da east
Smelling like Gucci and envy linen pants with the crease
You wanna piece, I don't think ya hand ready
C 55 but I used to push da shell in

Fucked up tracks which y'all just rap
Never touch paper, most of y'all just act
High these flights pimp rap, must tell y'all da truth I get it in
But y'all messed around in da boot
What da fuck y'all suck comin' all y'all smuts
Poppin' up worldwide everywhere like starbucks
What da fuck y'all suck, comin' all y'all smuts
Poppin' up worldwide everywhere like starbucks

She's a gangsta, not a prankster y'all
Not a follower but a leader, y'all feel dat
She's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl
Now can y'all feel dat
She's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl

I got a sick giff, roll me a big spliff
Crazy when da mic palm in my black fist
You do it like you, I do it like dis
Ms. Jade powerful da project piss
Now how y'all want play, spit it for da big pay
I leave dat ass up in smoke like Eminem and Dre
Semi auto AK, do da shit da philly way
We roll out the hamp and just to get away

Best 'bout time, we settle this
Up in da club throwin' bows acting ghetto-ish
And if I stop I'm a still be a rebel chick
Hey you fuckas lookin' quick
Puffin' in a tin of it be da case like puffy did
Legistyle I'm poppin' big , when I'm gone, trust me I'm a still live
Take but I'd rather give you fuckin' with the bigger kids
Bigger ones, bigger funs, bigger foods, timbaland bigger beats

She's a gangsta, not a prankster y'all
Not a follower but a leader, y'all feel dat
She's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl
Now can y'all feel dat
She's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl

Choosing down 95 with a cup in my hand
Hot grills, large bills top up in da rubber band
Got da anger math, won't let 'em burn me out
'Cos I'ma strong black women ya grown black woman
Games do I really play 9-5 bin paid
Pills are da grim shit, never fuck widda trays
I don't care if it bothers you, I'm still gonna blaze
So sick like a virus that never goes away

Hey hold ya breath you can smell da success
Spit 16 if da pit pat on your chest
Yes, I'm so blessed, ya cats is so stressed
Yeh, da streets been talkin' 'bout my pin a due da rest
Future mapped out, money linked all in
I'm a saturate da game then sink y'all in
Snakes fates and dick riders what I despise
Out to take it all over and will not compromise

She's a gangsta, not a prankster y'all
Not a follower but a leader, y'all feel dat
She's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl
Now can y'all feel dat
She's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl

She's a gangsta, not a prankster y'all
Not a follower but a leader, y'all feel dat
Now can y'all feel dat

She's a gangsta

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Baby Boy - Lyrics - Dangerously In Love - Beyonce Knowles

Title: Baby Boy
Album: Dangerously In Love
Artist: Beyonce Knowles
Composer(s): Sean Paul Henriques, Beyonce Knowles, Robert Waller, Shawn Carter, Scott Storch, Ini Kimozi

Lyric:
Certified quality
A dat da girl dem need and dem not stop cry without apology
Buck dem da right way, dat my policy
Sean Paul alongside, now hear what da man say, Beyonce
Dutty yeah, Dutty ya, Dutty yeah, Dutty ya
Beyonce sing it now ya

Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams

Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams

Aah, oh my baby's fly, baby oh
Yes no hurt me so good, baby oh
I'm so wrapped up in your love let me go
Let me breathe, stay out my fantasies

Ya ready gimme da ting dat ya ready get ya live
And tell me all about da tings that you will fantasize
I know you dig da way me step da way me make my stride
Follow your feelings baby girl because they cannot be denied

Come check me in a night and make we get it amplified
Me have da ting to run da ship 'cause I'm go slip and I'm go slide
And in the words of love I got ta get it certified
But I give you da toughest longest kinda ride, girl

Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams

Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams

Picture us dancin' real close
In a dark dark corner of a basement party
Every time I close my eyes
It's like everyone left but you and me

In our own little world
The music is the sun
The dance floor becomes the sea
Feels like true paradise to me

Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams

Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams

Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Baby boy, you are so damn fine
Baby boy, won't you be mine?
Baby boy, let's conceive an angel

Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Baby boy, you are so damn fine
Baby boy, won't you be mine?
Baby boy, let's conceive an angel

Top top, girl, me and you together is a wrap dat girl
Driving around da town in your drop top, girl
You no stop shock, girl
Little more da Dutty, we'll rock dat world

Top top, girl, me and you together is a wrap dat girl
Driving around da town in your drop top, girl
You no stop shock, girl
Little more da Dutty, we'll rock dat world

Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams

Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams

We stepping in hotter this year
We stepping in hotter this year
I know you gon' like it
I know you gon' like it

I'm steppin' up hotter this year
I'm steppin' up hotter this year
So don't you fight it
So don't you fight it

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What A Girl Wants - Lyrics - B2k

Title: What A Girl Wants
Artist: B2k
Composer(s): Robert Kelly

Lyric:
Yo, I don't know what's goin' on
But I do know one thing
We gotta make it right, aight?

Man, what's going on with you?
Why you treat her like you do
When you know the girl is all about you?
Tell me, why you always lose your head?
Should find a better way to handle it
You need to stop this game before you mess around and lose

Just tryna help you

(What a girl wants)
What a girl wants
What a girl needs
What a girl wants
What a girl needs
(A guy to be there for her)

(What a girl needs)
What a girl needs
(Oh)
What a girl wants
(Oh)
What a girl needs
(Yeah)
What a girl wants
(Honesty, love and a friend)

Yeah

You always coming down on her
(Why?)
Using all them fowl words
(Why?)
When you know that she'll do anything for you
Tell me, why you always lie to her?
And doing things she don't deserve
Man, if you don't stop then she'll end up leaving you

I'm just tryna help you

(I know what)
What a girl wants
(A girl)
What a girl needs
(Needs)
What a girl wants
(What she wants)
What a girl needs
(A guy to be there for her)

(I know what)
What a girl needs
(A girl)
What a girl wants
(She needs)
What a girl needs
(In her world)
What a girl wants
(Honesty, love and a friend)

(You don't know)
You don't know
What you got
(What you got)
Till it's gone
(Oh)
Then you left
(Then you left)
All alone
And she'll be up and out the door
And I'll be right there to say, " I told you so"

No more
You had your chance
(Had your chance)
Take a hike
(Take a hike)
Should've been a man
(Should've been a man)
Now she's gone
(Now she's gone)
All because you were doin' wrong
Should've listened to me

What a girl wants
(I told you)
What a girl needs
(What she needs)
What a girl wants
(Oh, yeah)
What a girl needs
(Is a guy to be there for her)

(What she needs)
What a girl needs
(In)
What a girl wants
(Her world)
What a girl needs
(Is a little bit of)
What a girl wants
(Honesty, love and a friend, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yo, whats up ladies, I'm Omarion,
I'm a Scorpio and I know what a girl needs
Aight, yeah

Yo, what's up ladies, this is J Boog
And I'm a Leo, yeah and I know exactly what it is
A girl wants, believe dat, yeah

Yo, this Razz and I'm a Gemini
And I know exactly what a girl wants
Come holla at me, huh

Yo yo, what's up ladies, this Lil Fizz and I'm a Sag
And I know all the things that a girl needs
Ya heard, aight, let's go fellas

What a girl wants
(What she wants)
What a girl needs
(What she needs)
What a girl wants
(Oh, yeah)
What a girl needs
(Is a guy that will be there for her)

(What a girl needs)
What a girl needs
(Oh)
What a girl wants
(What she wants)
What a girl needs
(Oh, yeah)
What a girl wants
(Is a guy who's gonna be right there for her
As a friend and somebody that she can talk to)

What a girl wants
(Oh)
What a girl needs
(Yes)
What a girl wants
(She wants to, yeah)
What a girl needs
What a girl needs
What a girl

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