m a get you hot, tillIi make your weave sweat Sweat, sex, damn, it's so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat, sex, that pussy so wet, so wet (Beat it up) Sweat
really screamed yet imma get you hot, til i make your weave sweat sweat sex, so beat it up sweat sex, so beat it up sweat sex, so beat it up sweat sex
I gave up my life for you, totally devoted to you, while I stayed Thankful all the way, this is how I fucking get repaid? Look at how I dress, fucking baggy sweats
love Gotta lotta love I got a lotta love 'cuz you're all my brothers Red or blue, black's the color We got a chance, so we can really sweat the real
the interview tip, no sweat They ask me questions, I throw the words back They say they write facts, I know that's bull crap They're kickin' drama, but then drama
lookin for help, But the realest niggas in the game play they cards they was dealt, Me myself i got some issues im not dealing with yours, Everybody got they own drama
ll notice him Cuz he be talkin trash like he want to be a custodian The God of mixtapes make sure that your kids blessed You think that I sweat money
motherfuckin' yards at jail, let's go I don't know what you thinkin' But a party ain't a party unless you drinkin' and I don't know what's all the drama
naan they don't know is they're radio How the hell did they fit the TV in the radiooo (Wale) They told me go in, no problem I'mma go in And shy away from drama
could hold You used to be somebody I could talk to But now everything has gone wrong Why the hell do you expect me to sweat you Every time I ask you You up and walk away Drama
where pick a date' Your man light weight, holding like a cake With him comes the drama he like scared straight I wanna girl who really don't sweat no
motherfucker But the funk just don't stop As we take y'all fat roly-poly asses on another journey To the darkside Wuditlooklike? When I wipe off my sweat
up my chest and make some loot Gots to lock it down and when they rush stand on my own two I'm out here slingin' bringin' the drama, tryin' to come up
I suggest you best start winging out Who's dat? Wat's dat, boy in my eye? Yea man, quick man, start spreadin' out Kidnapped, takin' rascal's hideout Cold sweat
crazy See, it ain't easy bein' me, Life as a celebrity is less than heavily, I got these fakes and these back-stabbers chasin' me around, And it's always drama
to change Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion Where kinky hair goes to un thought of dimensions Why's it so fly 'cause hip hop kept some drama
shook when they took a look I'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of a cookbook I attract more kids than Wonderama Rhymes got more drama,
Hh! Ever man! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} [Verse 1:] Hehe! - Last name Voorhees, first name Jason! Like a loaded pistol boy ain't nothin' to play with! You don't want no problems, the drama
