She'S My Lady - Lyrics - Bobby Brown

Title: She'S My Lady
Artist: Bobby Brown
Composer(s): Bernard Belle, Bobby Brown, Teddy Riley

Lyric:
She's my lady

I found a lady and she's so fine
My baby, she's got the flavors and she's all mine
She keeps my lovin' when I'm not there
I know she loves me and I know that she cares

She's my lady, she drives me crazy, yeah
She's my lady, there ain't no maybes

She is the one who always stays right by my side
And we love to make love each and every night
They say in every life a little rain must fall
But she takes away the clouds so there's no rain at all

We don't care what people say about how we live it
We've come too far, we won't give in to ignorance
My baby promised me that she would leave me never
She'll be my lady forever and ever

She's my lady, she drives me crazy, yeah
She's my lady, there ain't no maybes, no

She is the woman I am always dreamin' of
I just can't get enough, I love her so much that I
I can't miss that, I'll never let her go
In this case there's no maybe, she's my lady, yeah

I'll keep on holding on, holding on, holding on
Don't you know that she's mine, mine, mine
My only love, I want to tell the world [Incomprehensible]
Yes, she's right for me, she's all I need

That girl is mine, all mine, all mine, all mine
Yeah, that girl is all mine, all mine, all mine
And I'm never gonna give her up
That girl is mine, all mine, all mine

She's my lady, she drives me crazy
She's my lady, ain't no maybes
She's my lady

She's my lady, she drives me crazy
She's my lady, ain't no maybes
She's my lady

She's my lady, she drives me crazy
She's my lady, ain't no maybes
She's my lady
...

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She'S My Baby - Lyrics - Van Morrison

Title: She'S My Baby
Artist: Van Morrison
Composer(s): Van Morrison

Lyric:
Well, I'm so blue
I'm thinking about you
I'm feeling so blue
I'm feeling so sad
I just don't understand
I'm feeling so sad

And in the midnight
I don t turn off the light
Until the daylight
Well, I toss and I turn
And my heart it still burns
Till I see her again

She's my lady, she's my baby, she's my lady
She's my baby, she's my lady, she's my baby
She's my lady, now, now, now, now

In the morning I wake
To go get food on my plate
But I just can't eat
And when I go in the cafe
To sit down at my seat
I don't have egg on my face

When it stops and it starts
It just tears me apart
Like a pain in my heart
But it's been misunderstood
Somebody's breaking the rules
And I'm nobody's fool

Well, well, well
She's my lady, she's my baby, she's my lady
She's my baby, she's my lady, she's my baby
She's my lady, now, now, now, now

When it's so high
I can reach for the sky
But when it's so low
I got nowhere to go

When it goes wrong
I just don't belong
When it goes right
It's clean out of sight
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm feeling so glad
I'm on top of the world
When I see you again
Well, it's so true
I been thinking about you
Baby, you're my flame

When it goes down
Down on the ground
When it goes down
But when it goes up
It just fills up my cup
When it goes up

Well, well, well
She's my lady, she's my baby, she's my lady
She's my baby, she's my lady, she's my baby
She's my lady, now, now, now, now

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That'S My Lady (Money) - Lyrics - Super Saucy - Baby Bash

Title: That'S My Lady (Money)
Album: Super Saucy
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): N. Perez, Ron Bryant, P. Broussard, N. Hale

Lyric:
Money, money, money, money

That's my lady, she will never jack me down
(Money, money, money)
That's my baby, she's gone always be around
(Money, money, money)
She will never play me, she'll stay true when I leave town
(Money, money, money)
That's my playmate
Got my mind on my money, got my money on my mind

She's my peso, my denero, my paper, my playmate
She's always on time and never a day late
She's never on a diet, my pockets they gain weight
And me without her is some I can't take

Now we gone ride like the wind, my lover, my dividends
She's my fatty, I'm her daddy and she's my best friend
Got me spending weekends in Kingston Jamaica
Ooh my favorite chicken, ooh, I love my paper

And when she step out of line, that he gone get on the grind
Facing penitentiary time, but she's eventually mine
The same color as my hydro, I swear I've got the only breezy
That I die for, my mind sold

In love with this cheddar, me and her go together
Like birds of one feather, she keep me riding on leather
And chrome, you know it's on when my baby come home
She's my playboy bunny, that's sweeter than honeycomb

That's my lady, she will never jack me down
(Money, money, money)
That's my baby, she's gone always be around
(Money, money, money)
She will never play me, she'll stay true when I leave town
(Money, money, money)
That's my playmate
Got my mind on my money, got my money on my mind

Love at first sight, sex on the first night
My blessing when I'm stressing, she's keeping my game tight
She's doing the thing right, she's beeping compliancy
If I'm Ricky Ricardo, then she's my Lucy

My fly serenity, my pocket is energy
As a matter of fact, she's gone bring the Hennessey
I loved to hold her, fold her, her love is so douja
Got them dime pieces making love to my poster
(What is it?)

I'm loving this part of the game
And my money ain't genocide I got to explain
Swinging her from lane to lane, we doing the damn thing
My money, my motivation, my national campaign

That's my lady, she will never jack me down
(Money, money, money)
That's my baby, she's gone always be around
(Money, money, money)
She will never play me, she'll stray true when I leave town
(Money, money, money)
That's my playmate
Got my mind on my money, got my money on my mind

My pride, my joy, my everything
(That's what I am talking about)
I ride my boy on everything
(What I am talking about)
My pride, my joy, my everything
(That's what I am talking about)
I ride my boy on everything

That's my lady, she will never jack me down
(Money, money, money)
That's my baby, she's gone always be around
(Money, money, money)
She will never play me, she'll stay true when I leave town
(Money, money, money)
That's my playmate
Got my mind on my money, got my money on my mind

(Money, money, money)
Yo, my [Incomprehensible] is crashed
(Money)
The hysteria that we [Incomprehensible]
(Money, money, money)
Darling, no

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Turn'Al - Muzik - Lyrics - Knoc

Title: Turn'Al - Muzik
Artist: Knoc
Composer(s): S Christian, Royal Harbor, Paul Mccartney, Kanye West

Lyric:
You ready?
Yes
Yeah, yeah
[Incomprehensible], I like singing

My music, my life, my heart, my soul
My music, my everything, I give my all
My wife, my daughter, my love, my dream
My mother, my father, my brother, my team

My camp, my squad, my house, my car
My boat, my shoes, my pants, my shirt
My coke, my sugar, my cream, my butter
My toast, my all, my queen, my folks

My baby
Walk like six strings, talk like she's my everything
My baby
Loves me, hates me, leaves me, runs right, right

That sexy lady
All I know, she shed's all my confusion, so
My baby
Will not run from anything, I swear, this goes

Lord, will lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
And muzic should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

She's thick, she's bad, so clean, she's fine
She loves, she hates, she laughs, she cries
She hurts, she lies, she's Bonnie, I'm Clyde
She's ghetto, she's real, she sings, she rhymes

She comes, she goes, she lives, she dies
She sexy and bomb, she blows my mind
She stays in line, she's smart, she's funny
She's crafty and cunning in the game she's running

Her lips, her back, her waist, her thighs
Her face, her skin, her hair, her eyes
Her voice, her shape, her hips, her mind
Her love, her smile, her touch, her time

My baby
Walk like six strings, talk like she's my everything
My baby
Loves me, hates me, leaves me, runs right, right

That sexy lady
All I know, she shed's all my confusion, so
My baby
Will not run from anything, I swear, this goes

I'm typsy, I'm through, I'm drunk, I'm blunted
My way, my day, my life, I love it
I move, I groove, I shake, I love it
My friends, my kins, I like, I love it

I show, I prove, I live, I learn
I show, I teach, I run these streets
My kin, my heart, my heat, my rhythm
My rap, my beat, my life, my head and my feet

My heart, my soul, my candy, my cake
My platinum, my gold, my land, my gate
My Benz, my lake, my keys, my money
My love, my hate

My clothes, my phone, my house, my home
My money, my comb, my sugar
My spice, my base, my chrome
My rhythm, my music, my home
My world, my girl, my life, my home

My baby
Walk like six strings, talk like she's my everything
My baby
Loves me, hates me, leaves me, runs right, right

That sexy lady
All I know, she shed's all my confusion, so
My baby
Will not run from anything, I swear, this goes

My baby
Walk like six strings, talk like she's my everything
My baby
Loves me, hates me, leaves me, runs right, right

That sexy lady
All I know, she shed's all my confusion, so
My baby
Will not run from anything, I swear, this goes

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Lady Of The '80s - Lyrics - Loverboy - Loverboy

Title: Lady Of The '80s
Album: Loverboy
Artist: Loverboy
Composer(s): Douglas Johnson, Vernon Wills, Paul Dean, Michael Rynoski

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Lyric:
She drives me crazy, she turns me on
She, she makes me go hazy
She was long and lean and oh, so beautiful

She's my latest lady
My lady of the 80's, oh yeah

She makes it easy, she makes it hard
She, she knows how to please me
She gives me love and ooh, she gives me everything

She's my latest lady
My lady of the 80's, oh yeah

You better leave her alone, you better leave her alone
You better leave her alone, oh, you better leave her alone
You better leave her alone, you better leave her alone, oh

There he was, walkin' down the street, takin' it easy
Talkin' to that girl of mine, oh yeah
There he was, takin' it easy, walkin' down the street
Talkin' to that girl of mine, girl of mine

You better leave her alone, I said leave her alone
I said leave her alone, oh, I said leave her alone
I said leave her alone, I said leave her alone, oh

You better leave her alone, leave her alone
Leave her alone, oh, you better leave her alone
You better leave her alone, you better leave her alone, oh

She's my latest lady
My lady of the 80's, my lady of the 80's

She's drivin' me wild, she's my lady of the 80's
She's makin' me crazy, she's makin' me crazy
She's drivin' me wild, yeah, oh yeah

My lady of the 80's, lady of the 80's
Drivin' me wild, drivin' me wild
Drivin' me wild, yeah, oh yeah

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P. Y. T. - Lyrics - The Understanding - Memphis Bleek

Title: P. Y. T.
Album: The Understanding
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Malik Cox, Robert Kirkland, Amil Whitehead, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Yeah, motherfuckers
That's what y'all want right
That ol' gangsta, that ol' gangsta
Check it out now yo, yo

All I need, bomb ass freak nigga
Hold me down nigga, hold my heat shit
Stash a brick, blast the clip
Gangsta shit, yo

I need me a straight down girl, get down girl
One to hold me down, one I could count on
I'll even teach her how to load the glocks
Sophisticated school girl be on my block

Rocking bracelets, anklets the basics
Petite nice body, skin and face sick
One I could shop with go uptown and cop with
She not a thug girl but my down chick

She know how to roll the weed but don't smoke
She know how to cook the coke and bag dope
Screen my calls flip on me when I'm wrong
Talk shit through the night throw it on me on the morning

She like it from the back with my fingers in her hair
I love it in any position Ma I don't care
She like when I shine up them jewels that blind her
And drive by the projects while a nigger holler

I let her drive the V, she's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, my pretty young thing
She's my gangsta bitch

I let her drive the V, she's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, she's my pretty young thing
She's my, my down ass bitch

Yo you know how I do Dillinger deuce deuce
One in the sleeve one in the construction boots
My shorty, tote two, that's what she do
One in her purse and one in her Gucci goose

I keep her Prada down bitches wanna holler now
She back out the step When yo niggers crowd around
That's my road dog and you know I unload for her
She hold me down anytime I call for her

Like at the time when I crashed the Jag
She brought the Yukon 2000 black
Through a screen and a DVD, set me off
Twenties on the truck that'll piss you off

In return I sent her on a tour through Sacks
With ten grand shopping spree to get back
I brought her a five that look nice when she drive
Put a glock on the dash watch the stash nigga

I let her drive the V, she's my pretty young thing
Let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, my pretty young thing
She's my gangsta bitch

I let her drive the V, my pretty young thing
Let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, my pretty young thing
Yeah, she's my down ass bitch

Ay yo I ride for my lady, die for my lady
Hold my 380 baby this what the game made me
Im'a hustler, love it or not I be thuggin', huggin' the block
Glock bustin' running from cops

[Incomprehensible]
I'm your down bitch, your accomplice
Ride for you baby and that's a promise

I got your back nigga
I'm the one you trust to count on your stacks nigga
Cook your cracks nigga I park the Pinsky right off the pounds
Let off hollow rounds if shit goes down

I'm with the robberies, holdin' banks up
This pretty young thing gonna keep it gangsta what?
Uh huh yeah, Amil lion wha what?
Amil lion, Memph man what? Uh

I let her drive the V, she's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, my pretty young thing
She's my down ass bitch

I let her drive the V, my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me, she's my pretty young thing
Rap or robbery, my pretty young thing
She's my gangsta bitch

Ride with me my pretty young thing
Let her my pretty young thing
Let her my pretty young thing
My down ass bitch

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She'S A Super Lady - Lyrics - Luther Vandross

Title: She'S A Super Lady
Artist: Luther Vandross
Composer(s): L Vandross

Lyric:
She's a Super lady, she is too much
Wish I could make her mine
What a Super lady, a ha alright
She's so fine

She's a Super lady, she is too much
Wish I could make her mine
What a Super lady, a ha alright
She's so fine

Not long ago I was, a sad and lonely boy
Did not know how to get better
Then heaven up above, sent me a super love
And now I'm happy forever

No one wants to believe, I've got a perfect love
They say I'm just talking crazy
But I can prove it's true, if you'll allow me to
Tell you 'bout my Super lady

She's all that I could explore
She's more than a dream, she's my everything

She's a Super lady, she is too much
Wish I could make her mine
What a Super lady, a ha alright
She's so fine

She's a Super lady, she is too much
Wish I could make her mine
What a Super lady, a ha alright
She's so fine

Whoever thought I would be feeling half this good
The world for me is a new place
I'll drink to happiness because our love's the best
The wine for me has a new taste

I'll let my lady know, I'll never let her go
Forever I'm gonna hold on
She said she feels the same, don't wanna play no game
Just wants our love to live on and on

Wish I could fly to the sky and write out her name
Climb to the top of the world and loudly exclaim
She's my everything
(She's my everything)

(Ooh)
I love
(That Super lady)
(Ooh)
I love
(That Super lady)
(Ooh)
I love
(That Super lady)
(Ooh)
I love
(That Super lady)

She's much too much, she's got that super love
She's much, too much for my heart
She's much too much, she's got that super love
She's much, too much for my heart
...

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M'Lady - Lyrics - In My Songs - Gerald Levert

Title: M'Lady
Album: In My Songs
Artist: Gerald Levert
Composer(s): Eddie Levert, Gerald Edward Levert, Edwin L Nicholas

Lyric:
She deserves the finer things in life
The best clothes, best cars, best love, best wines
And if you can give her that, you should give her lovin' back

To somebody who's gonna treat her like a queen
Show her what love really means
And if you know it's really love you can never get enough of love

I will stress to the death for m'lady
Be a freak never cheat on m'lady
Go to work go to church with m'lady
Anything, everything I do for m'lady

I will dress to impress for m'lady
I will cry, I would die for m'lady
If you don't even try for your lady
If you don't just say g'bye to your lady, I love m'lady

Don't be afraid to tell the world about her
'Cause she's your rock and you can't do without her
And can't nobody come between what you and your woman mean

'Cause she's your strength when you're weak
Hope when it's clean, faith when you need it
And when you're feeling it's not to you it's really love
You can never get enough, never too much, never too much

I will stress to the death for m'lady
Be a freak never cheat on m'lady
Go to work go to church with m'lady
Anything, everything I do for m'lady

I will dress to impress for m'lady
I will cry, I would die for m'lady
If you don't even try for your lady
If you don't just say g'bye to your lady, I love m'lady

I love m'lady, I cherish m'lady
If you love your lady treat her like a lady

And the fellas say m'lady, m'lady, she's m'lady
And the fellas say m'lady, m'lady, she's m'lady
And the fellas say my baby, sweet baby, my baby
And the fellas say my baby, m'lady, m'lady

I will stress to the death for m'lady
Be a freak never cheat on m'lady
Go to work go to church with m'lady
Anything, everything I do for m'lady

I will dress to impress for m'lady
I will cry, I would die for m'lady
If you don't even try for your lady
If you don't just say g'bye to your lady, I love m'lady

I love m'lady, I cherish m'lady
If you love your lady treat her like a lady

And the fellas say m'lady, m'lady, she's m'lady
And the fellas say m'lady, m'lady, she's m'lady
And the fellas say my baby, sweet baby, my baby
And the fellas say my baby, m'lady, m'lady

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Thru Fadeaway - Lyrics - Mother Love Bone

Title: Thru Fadeaway
Artist: Mother Love Bone
Composer(s): Wood Gilmore Ament Gossard Fairweathe

Lyric:
Ooh baby, yeah

You can fadeaway, yeah, my love, I will always
Remember your faces, thru fadeaway, sing in

Bless all of your eyes, I realize you're my reason
And I'll cherish the days when our souls will be together

She's my sunshine, she's my moonshine
She's my hot, hot, [Incomprehensible]
She's my lady from Euphrates, devil mother
Sure 'nuff, sure 'nuff, sure 'nuff, give it to me, babe

I'm just another one, yeah, just another statistic
You're needle-sickness, illed weakness
Yes, you're killed, yes, you're killed
Yes, you're killed, my boy

She's my sunshine, she's my moonshine
She's my hot, hot, [Incomprehensible]
She's my lady, she's from Euphrates, little woman
She's sure 'nuff, sure 'nuff, give it to me

Sunshine, moonshine
She's my hot, hot, [Incomprehensible]
She's my lady, she's from Euphrates, little mama
She's sure 'nuff, sure 'nuff, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me

Sunshine, moonshine
Sunshine, moonshine
Sunshine, moonshine
Sunshine, moonshine

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Lady Luck - Lyrics - Evolution - Journey

Title: Lady Luck
Album: Evolution
Artist: Journey
Composer(s): Neal Schon, Ross Valory, Steve Perry

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Lyric:
Roll the dice, roll them twice
My, my, can you spare a dime? Ooh
Ooh, snake eyes, the lady flies
My, my, my, she's so hard to find

Ooh, lady luck, yeah, lady luck
Ooh, my lady luck, oh, my lady luck

Now what went wrong?
I've been here too long
Can you spare a dime?
Luck's disguised in her eyes
Oh, my lady's so hard to find

Ooh, lady luck, ooh, my lady luck
Oh, lady luck, ooh, my lady luck

The lady, she's gone, the lady, she's gone

Lady luck, ooh my lady, lady luck
Oh, my lady, oh, my lady
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
My lady luck

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Butterball - Lyrics - Big Sugar

Title: Butterball
Artist: Big Sugar
Composer(s): Gordie Johnson, David Wall

Lyric:
Come on in here

Baby, baby, foxy lady
I can see in your eyes
You mean to drive me crazy
Baby, baby, foxy lady
Some men just can't eat chicken
Without the gravy

Baby, baby, beauty queen
I can see by your size
You're much too lean
Baby, baby, beauty queen
I'm a man who needs more woman
Than you've ever been

'Cause, my baby, she's got, she's got
A butterball
She's got, she's got
Well, my baby, she's got, she's got
A butterball
She's got, she's got it

Yeah, my baby, she's got, she's got
A butterball
She's got, she's got it
Well, my baby, she's got, she's got
A butterball
She's got, she's got, you got it

My baby, she's got a butterball, butterball
Baby she's got a butterball
My baby, she's got a butterball, butterball
Baby she's got a butterball

My baby, she's got a butterball, butterball
Baby she's got a butterball
My baby, she's got a butterball, butterball
Baby she's got a butterball

Doctor, doctor, he's the Saviour
He can change you around to the latest flavor
But doctor, doctor, do her a favor
She could work a show
Baby, go with what her mama gave her

My baby, she's got, she's got
A butterball
She's got, she's got it
Well, my baby, she's got, she's got
A butterball
She's got, she's got

Well, my baby, she's got, she's got
Wow
My baby, she's got, she's got
Wow
My baby, she's got, she's got
Wow
My baby, she's got, she's got it

My baby, she's got, she's got
A butterball
She's got, she's got it
My baby, she's got, she's got
A butterball
She's got, she's got

Yeah, my baby she's got, she's got
A butterball
She's got, she's got it
Wow, my fingers are so greasy

Baby, baby

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Lady Of The Evening - Lyrics - Sawyer Brown

Title: Lady Of The Evening
Artist: Sawyer Brown
Composer(s): Mark Miller

Lyric:
She's got my picture in her locket
I got my hand in her back pocket
Walkin' through the night in our home town

We take our time as we go strollin'
We might go to a movie, might go bowling
She just says we'll take on what the night will bring

'Cause she's a lady of the evening
But only just for me, man
I'm a wonderin' why she set her likes on me

She's got me overflowing
'Cause she keeps me knowin'
I'll be doin' my leavin'
With the lady of the evening tonight

It was the first time that I asked her
In the hallway when I passed her
To go with me to the drive-in, in my daddy's car

Well, we called it rockin' and reelin'
Oh and I still get that old feelin'
When she looks in my eyes the way she still can

'Cause she's a lady of the evening
But only just for me, man
I'm a wonderin' why she set her likes on me

She's got me overflowing
'Cause she keeps me knowin'
I'll be doin' my leavin'
With the lady of the evening tonight

'Cause she's a lady of the evening
But only just for me, man
I'm a wonderin' why she set her likes on me

She's got me overflowing
'Cause she keeps me knowin'
I'll be doin' my leavin'
With the lady of the evening tonight

She's a lady of the evening
But only just for me, man
And I'm a wonderin' why she set her likes on me

She's got me overflowing
'Cause she keeps me knowin'
I'll be doin' my leavin'
With the lady of the evening

I'll be doin' my leavin'
With the lady of the evening
I'll be doin' my leavin'
With the lady of the evening tonight

She's the lady of the evening
She's the lady of the evening

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My Humps - Lyrics - Monkey Business - Black Eyed Peas

Title: My Humps
Album: Monkey Business
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): William Adams, David Payton

Lyric:
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump

My hump my hump, my hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps
Check it out

I drive these brothers crazy
I do it on the daily
They treat me really nicely
They buy me all these ICEEs

Dolce &Gabbana
Fendi and Adonna
Karen, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin'

Fly gear but I ain't askin'
They say they love my ass ?n
Se7en Jeans, True Religion
I say no, but they keep givin'

So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating

My love, my love my love my love
You love my lady lumps
My hump my hump my hump
My humps they got you

She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me
And spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump

What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream

'Cos of my hump, my hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump, my lovely lady lumps
Check it out

I met a girl down at the disco
She said, ?Hey, hey, hey yea let's go?
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
And let's spend time, not money

I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff
Milky, milky cocoa
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky right

They say I'm really sexy
The boys they wanna sex me
They always standing next to me
Always dancing next to me

Tryin' a feel my hump, hump
Lookin' at my lump, lump
You can look but you can't touch it
If you touch it I'ma start some drama

You don't want no drama
No, no drama, no no no no drama
So don't pull on my hand boy
You ain't my man, boy
I'm just tryn'a dance boy
And move my hump

My hump, my hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump

My lovely lady lumps
My lovely lady lumps
My lovely lady lumps
In the back and in the front
My lovin' got you

She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me
And spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump

What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off this hump

What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work

She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me
And spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me

So real
So real
So real
?

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I Love My Bitch - Lyrics - The Big Bang - Busta Rhymes

Title: I Love My Bitch
Album: The Big Bang
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Will Adams, Keith Harris, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
(I love you baby)

My lady never lets me down
That's why I never let her go
She always there to lift me up
When I fall down and hit the floor

My baby's so amazing
Let me sit back and count the ways
One, she the sh**
Two, she legit
Three, ?cause she could get it
I love my chick

I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
?Cause she could get it

I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
He bring me joy

I love my girl ?cause she knows the sh**, wait a minute!
Swagger kinda ill and she ain't scared of the stick
Got her own cake though she act kinda rude
Bet she know my money long, she spent her dough on the dude

Real life chicken wanna mess with a thug
Sippin' martini's quick, and wanna sex in the club
'Cause see that's my chick, that's my chick
That's my chick, ?cause she could get it

And she the type keep it all on the low
Never stress the kid when I'm surrounded with, yo
If you knew the thing that she be doing to me
In the club, in the crib, or when I'm pushing the v

See, shorty ash be all over the place
If you front, she probably put the ratchet all in your face for me
'Cause that's my chick, that's my chick
'Cause that my chick, ?cause she could get it

My lady never lets me down
That's why I never let her go
She always there to lift me up
When I fall down and hit the floor

My baby's so amazing
Let me sit back and count the ways
One, she the sh**
Two, she legit
Three, ?cause she could get it
I love my chick

I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
?Cause she could get it

I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
He bring me joy

You see my chick is a one of a kind
I know you wish your chick was a rider like mine
When you see my miss you know my shorty's a dime
When she dolo with her peoples, they be skipping the line

Listen, the type that reserve that ash for a fella
And if I had to skip town she's hold the stash for a fella
I'm saying, see that's my chick, that's my chick
That's my chick, ?cause she could get it

I know you buggin' on the way this sound
But you know I love the way my chick be holdin' it down
Extremely thorough by the way she reppin' it hard
Travel anywhere my shorty come touch on the guard

Bust it, mami always quick to do what she can
Even if she had to get up and just lie on the stand
I'm saying, ?cause that's my chick, that's my chick
That's my chick, ?cause she could get it

My lady never lets me down
That's why I never let her go
She always there to lift me up
When I fall down and hit the floor

My baby's so amazing
Let me sit back and count the ways
One, she the sh**
Two, she legit
Three, ?cause she could get it
I love my chick

I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my lady yup yup
I love my chick
(I love you baby)
I love my chick
?Cause she could get it

I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby yup yup
I love my boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
He bring me joy

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Lady - Lyrics - Baptism - Lenny Kravitz

Title: Lady
Album: Baptism
Artist: Lenny Kravitz
Composer(s): Leonard A Kravitz, Craig David Ross

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Lyric:
I'm crazy for this little lady
I'm freaking for my little baby
'Cause she makes me feel good
She's so fine

Don't need all my other ladies
I'm beggin' for this little lady
'Cause I tell you she's cool
She's divine

I know she's a super lady
I'm weak and I've gone hazy yeah

I'm crazy for that lady
She's chic but she's not shady yeah
Sophisticated lady
And she makes me feel good
She's so fine

Never knew there was such a lady
That would make me want to straighten
Out my life at this time but I find
I'm thinkin' 'bout this pretty lady
I would love her good as my own baby
'Cause you know she's no fool
She's refined

I know she's a super lady
I'm weak and I've gone hazy yeah

I'm crazy for that lady
She's chic but she's not shady yeah
Sophisticated lady
And she makes me feel good
She's so fine

Yeah
Don't you know she blows my mind
All the time
'Cause she makes me feel good
Like a real woman should
Yeah
She's so mine
Yeah

I'm weak and I've gone hazy yeah

I'm crazy for that lady
She's chic but she's not shady yeah
Sophisticated lady
And she makes me feel good
And she makes me feel good
And she makes me feel good
She's so fine

Yeah
Don't you know she blows my mind
All the time
And she makes me feel good
Like a real woman should
Yeah
All the time
Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

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L.A. Is My Lady - Lyrics - Live at the Meadowlands - Frank Sinatra

Title: L.A. Is My Lady
Album: Live at the Meadowlands
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Alan Bergman, Quincy Jones, Marilyn Bergman, Peggy Jones

Lyric:
The music she moves to is music that makes me a dancer
I brought her my wildest of dreams and she came up with the answer
I leave behind a part of myself whenever I leave her
But, oh, when I'm back in her arms
She smiles and then I am home again

'Cause L.A. is my lady
She's always there for me
L.A. is my lady
She knows how to care for me
No lady's sweeter, you know it the moment you meet her

I've been in love more times than I care to remember
And love's kept me cool in July and warm in December
It may not have lasted, but each time I thought it was heaven
You name it, I've been there and back
Lookin' for someone who I'd be faithful to

L.A. is my lady
She's always there for me
L.A. is my lady
She knows how to care for me
She's good to me, yeah, she's good to me

And that's why
L.A. is my lady, L.A. is my lady
And you're lookin' at a man who doesn't ever plan to
Kiss his lady bye-bye

Yeah, I think I'll unpack my bags
And hang around here a little while longer

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No.1 Fan - Lyrics - 100% Ginuwine - Ginuwine

Title: No.1 Fan
Album: 100% Ginuwine
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Elgin Lumpkin

Lyric:
Aaa, aaa, haa
(I can't see you, see you, haa)
Aaa, haa, haa
Now put your hands up, aaa, haa
(I can't see you, see you, haa)
Aaa haa, haa
Let me tell you some' like this, one

Lookin' for my number one fan
(Where you were?)
I know she's somewhere in the stands
(Aah)
Let me see you wavin' your hands
(Where you were? Come on)
I can't see you
Wave a little more if you can
(Aah)
Where's my number one?
(What am I up?)
I'm lookin' for my number one fan
(Aah)
I know she's somehere in the stands
(Aah haa)
And we'll be doin' more than shakin' hands
(Aaa haa haa)
I can't see you
Wave a little more if you can
Where's my number one?

I've seen every picture you sent
I've read every letter you wrote
And everytime they play my song
You sing it ba', yo, ba'
(Note by note)
I wonder what you do to me
(Aah)
If you were to see me in the streets
(If you were to see me in the streets)
Well, darlin' I would like to see
(Aah)
Be at my show waitin' for me
(Waa)
I' m lookin' for

Lookin' for my number one fan
(Ooh yea)
(What?)
I know she's somewhere in the stands
(Aah)
Let me see you wavin' your hands
(Say what?)
I can't see you
Wave a little more if you can
Where's my number one?
(Say what?)
Lookin' for my number one fan
I know she's somehere in the stands
And we'll be doin' more than shakin' hands
(Shakin' hands, shakin' hands)
(Oh)
I can't see you
(Waa waa)
Wave a little more if you can
Where's my number one?

Well, my East Coast ladies
(I can't see you)
Get money lady, what?
Indepentant ladies
All my West Coast ladies
(I-I-I can't see you)
Get money ladies
Say what?

I hear you everytime you scream
I put it on you in your dreams
(Dream)
I'm hangin' on your bedroom wall
I see you when you ain't wearin' nothin' at all
Then sometimes you look at me
When you be feelin', oh freaky
(When you be feelin', oh freaky)
And you'll be somewhere where were we
Get somewhere where I can see
Woo ooo ooo
(Aah)

Lookin' for my number one fan
I know she's somewhere in the stands
(No, somewhere out there)
Let me see you wavin' your hands
I can't see you
(Shakin' hands, shakin' hands)
Wave a little more if you can
Where's my number one?
(Oh, yea)
Lookin' for my number one fan
(Hmm, no)
I know she's somehere in the stands
(Aah, aah)
And we'll be doin' more than shakin' hands
(Shakin' hands, shakin' hands)
(Say what?)
I can't see you
Wave a little more if you can
Where's my number one?
(Oh, oh)
(Come on man)

I can't see you
(Aah)
Where they at?
There they go
(Come on man)
Over there
Over here
(Where is my number one, lady?)
I-I-I can't see you
Where they at?
There they go
(Come on)
Over there
(Come on)
Over here
(Come on now)
I can't see you
Where they at?
There they go
(Come on now)
Over there
Over here
(Where is my number one, lady?)
(Come on)
I-I-I can't see you
Where they at?
There they go
Over there
(My friend, ahh)
Ooo

Lookin' for my number one fan
(Where is my number?)
I know she's somewhere in the stands
(Aaa haa)
Let me see you wavin' your hands
(Say what?)
(Where you are?)
I can't see you
Wave a little more if you can
Where's my number one?
(So you are arriving)

Lookin' for my number one fan
(So you are arriving in the place)
I know she's somewhere in the stands
(In the front)
And we'll be doin' more than shakin' hands
(Where you are? We'll be doin')
I can't see you
Wave a little more if you can
(Wave a little more)
Where's my number one?
(If you want me baby)

Let shout lady
Get money lady
(Ooh, where is the number one, babe?)
Aah
East Coast ladies
Get money ladies
(I am just looking)
Aah
I can't see you
West Coast ladies
Independent ladies
(Where is the number one, babe?)
Aah
All my little friends
(Where is my number one?)
(Where is it?)

Looking for my number one fan
I know she's somewhere in the stands
(Ooh, missing)
Let me see you waving your hands
I can't see you
Wave a little more if you can
(I have been looking)
Where's my number one?
(I have been searching)

Lookin' for my number one fan
(Lookin' for my number one fan)
I know she's somewhere in the stands
And we'll be doin' more than shakin' hands
(Lookin' for my number one)
I can't see you
(Lookin' for my number one fan)
Wave a little more if you can
Where's my number one
(Ooh, Lookin' for my)
(Ooh, missing)
(I said I'm lookin' for my)

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White Lady White Powder - Lyrics - 21 At 33 - Elton John

Title: White Lady White Powder
Album: 21 At 33
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
Dust settles on a thin cloud
Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd
I've had my face in the mirror for twenty-four hours
Starin' at a line of white powder

High-priced madness pays the tab
I've scraped too much of nothing from your plastic bag
I'm a catatonic son of a bitch who's had
A touch too much of white powder

And she's a habit I can't handle
For a reason I can't say
I'm in love with a wild white lady
She's as sweet as the stories say

White powder
(White powder)
White lady
(White lady)
You're one and the same
Come on down to my house, won't you?
And hit this boy again

Shock waves to a tired brain
Sends that hungry lady to my door again
She's my shelter from the storm when I feel the rain
Entertaining white powder

I feel I'm dry-docked and tongue-tied
Heaven sends a stretcher for the kids to ride
I might just escape while the others might die
Riding on a high of white powder

And she's a habit I can't handle
For a reason I can't say
I'm in love with a wild white lady
She's as sweet as the stories say

White powder
(White powder)
White lady
(White lady)
You're one and the same
Come on down to my house, won't you?
And hit this boy again

I feel I'm dry-docked and tongue-tied
Heaven sends a stretcher for the kids to ride
I might just escape while the others might die
Riding on a high of white powder

And she's a habit I can't handle
For a reason I can't say
I'm in love with a wild white lady
She's as sweet as the stories say

White powder
(White powder)
White lady
(White lady)
You're one and the same
Come on down to my house, won't you?
And hit this boy again

White powder
White lady
(White lady)
Hit this boy again

White powder
White lady
(White lady)
Hit this boy again

White powder
White lady
(White lady)
Hit this boy again
...

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Jenny - Lyrics - Boombastic - Shaggy

Title: Jenny
Album: Boombastic
Artist: Shaggy
Composer(s): Orville Burrell, Shaun Pizzonia, Derwin Benoit

Lyric:
Carolina, no, no, Jenny
Carolina, no, no, Jenny
Carolina, no, no, Jenny
Carolina, no, no
What's her name?

Jenny, she's blowing my mind
A love like yours is hard to find
Jenny, she's blowing my mind
A love like yours is hard to find

Carolina left me and gone
Went to number one and now she kicked up a storm
Who big her up now me and Robert and Shaun
Whole heap of entertainer come, come, step pan me corn

Now she was a top ten lady from the time she was born
But she went and played me, now my love is gone
Oh, I got a new lady and she's got it going on
And on and on and on and on and on and on
So weh me say

Jenny, she's blowing my mind
A love like yours is hard to find
Jenny, she's blowing my mind
A love like yours is hard to find

Shag you went number one, took top gun
How they riding you every boy's deciding to
Stop the track, get trough you, what the hell
Oh, your gun solar mill competition got to chill ill

Carolina you all run down
Shaggy's not around, do you know how you sound
Coming over here asking for him
Well, I got drama for you, poor he got another girlfriend

Jenny, she's blowing my mind
A love like yours is hard to find
Jenny, she's blowing my mind
A love like yours is hard to find

Carolina was so fine, blew everybody's mind
More expensive than a bottle of chardonnay wine
Aged to perfection and so refine
(Me)

Every man want a taste 'cause your grapes are fine
Well, me love your sexy rhythm and the way it rhyme
Booddy by, by, oh, my, my, I love you and that's no lie
But you lived up to your title ho, Caroline, ha ha

Jenny, she's blowing my mind
A love like yours is hard to find
Jenny, she's blowing my mind
A love like yours is hard to find

Yeah, mad cash be spending
And thanks to you, he got law suits pending
But that's alright 'cause he's lamping, bossing, spanking
Cashing cheques, stacking crazy banking

He's got Jennifer on his mind
He can't see you, so see you
I got no more time

Jenny, she's blowing my mind
A love like yours is hard to find
Jenny, she's blowing my mind
A love like yours is hard to find

Carolina left me and gone
Went to number one and now she kicked up a storm
Who big her up now me and Robert and Shaun
Whole heap of entertainer come and step pan me corn

Now she was a top ten lady from the time she was born
But she went and played me now my love is gone
Oh, I got my new lady and she's got it going on
And on and on and on and on and on and on
So weh

Jenny, she's blowing my mind
A love like yours is hard to find
Jenny, she's blowing my mind
A love like yours is hard to find

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Dedicated - Lyrics - Buddha Monk

Title: Dedicated
Artist: Buddha Monk
Composer(s): Ellery Chambers, Lynsey Depaul, Susan Sheridan

Lyric:
I was only nine years old, when daddy left me
This one here is dedicated to a very special lady in my life
She's my M O M M Y, she's a very special woman
And dear mom, I dedicate this song to you
Check it out

This goes out to a special lady
The one that brought me life
The one that taught me right
She always held me tight

This goes out to a special lady
The one that brought me life
The one that taught me right
She always held me tight

Hey moms, I dedicate this song to you
You're my M O M M Y, my special brew
I'ma bless you with diamonds and pearls and rubies too
Well, this is just something for the things you do

Momma soon, I'll take you on a real long cruise
Sit back with some class, champagne just for two
You're overdue, so here's some things meant for you
Benzes and minks, friends that you never knew

Private jets, year 'round trips to Tibet
Ah, you and Janet sand, singin' that bangin' ass duet
Finished yet? Malik will pour you Moet
With hand to hand service as the sun sets

You never guessed, the life could ever be this best
Sit back, just relax, you ain't seen nothin' yet
You're my girl, my mom and my first love too
That's why I dedicate this song right here to you
C'mon

This goes out to a special lady
The one that brought me life
The one that taught me right
She always held me tight

This goes out to a special lady
The one that brought me life
The one that taught me right
She always held me tight

Hey moms, they should've made a statue for you
Best moms in the world, yeah, baby that's you
You tried to prove, the good times went down the line
Didn't believe, now I'm infested with drug crime

In these hard times and I'm still out to get mines
A motivated soldier on the hands of time
Cops draw the line, now I'm facin' seven to nine
And you're still tellin' me it's gonna be alright

That's why I love you, no matter all the things I did
Yo, you still turn around and call me one of your kids
When poppa slide, how was you to deal with all of us kids?
Yeah, a family of four with the governor's laws

No more, now it's time to take a world tour
Breath the fresh air, we smell the sea shore
I adore and I want to give you applause
Dedicating this song to you once more, 'cuz

This goes out to a special lady
The one that brought me life
The one that taught me right
She always held me tight

This goes out to a special lady
The one that brought me life
The one that taught me right
She always held me tight

Aiyyo you know, moms, let me tell you one thing
I can't express the way that I feel
All the things that you've done for me
I was one of those bad-ass kids gettin' up
Every mornin', doin' all the wrong things

You know, I didn't get many whoopin's
When I did get a whoopin', it hurt
But I still had to do what I had to do momma
'Cuz times was hard and there was no father there for us

But I know you loved me
And I know you'd forgive me for all things I did
But if you didn't, I hope this song finds you at your best 'partment
You're with me in my heart, I love you and you're my favorite girl
I only get one, I only get one, I only get one

(You're my momma, yeah)
My momma
I love you, mother
(Yeah, sweet old momma, yeah)
Feel the road to the riches and riches to the road

'Cuz I'm gonna leave and go somewhere
You've never been before
You're my woman and I'll always see you
(Don't you want me in this World?)
I always love you to death, momma
We out, baby, c'mon
(I'll always love my momma)

She's my only one
(She's my favorite)
(And you only get one, you only get one)
(One good girl)
I love you, hahaha
That's right momma

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