. ?Cause there?s nothin? great about a heartache. Nothin?s great about a heartache, There?s nothin? great about a heartache. Nothin?s great about a heartache, There?s nothin
find you If I'm not beside you I'm behind youImagine you're on the beach and you're lost You feel the breeze because your clothes off No inhibitions, you've got nothing
do it for the hood The streets love Jeezy and I love 'em back And if I still had the work, I frontcha sack, hey It's all gravy, still reaching wit my words And make 'em feel good
dirty dirty, they ride (Dirty ride) I'm that boy that don't let nothing slip (Let nothing slip) I'm that boy that don't let nothing slide (Let nothing
It feels so good to be back! Yeah, Polow, Usher baby, Zone 4 How you doin' Gucci? Yeah, Zone 6 'Cause the spolight ain't nothin' without ya girl And
so hot its good to me(to you from me)you set me on fire what your doing to me i know your gonna like it your so hot its good me (to you from me) you
Welcome to my sex room Welcome to my sex room Welcome to my little sanctuary You've been lookin' so good all day And you really got a nigga Pretty anxious
married to the life girl catch the bouquet [Chorus: Kardinal Ofishall & Pusha-T] Set It Off (Ohh Ohh Ehh!) Fire Me Up (4x) Hold It Down (Ohh Ohh Ehh!) Yeah That?s It (4
Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now Like the World's interrupting my song, with an interlude can't
I'd love to see LA. I really want to come kick it with you. You'll be my American. American Boy. La da da di da (4x) Will you be my American Boy? American
so good I kiss and tell I'm so good I kiss and tell So what I kiss and tell I got no lies I got love [Outro] (Kiss and tell) [x4] (Kiss and tell) [
make it feel like its your brithday baby girl lets celebrate party after party I cant wait to celebrate all up on your body baby your my sensei baby 4
baby where you want me to go i've got a secret a secret about you and it's all about the freaky things that we're gonna do there ain't nothing that
That's why I'm back on Holloway gettin' fucked up Thinkin' back on how it used to be when it was all good We wasn't trippin', this was our hood I had
be in the hood a lot so I be ducking the rats The white tee is 4x 'cause I be tucking my gat Take my shit off and knuckle up it's nothing with scraps
Dear God, I pray, 4 all, my hatas all my hattas all my hattas all my hattas [x2] they hatten on me in I dont know why tryin 2 stop me tryna slow down
on the paper chase You know I love ya babe (you know I love ya babe) But u know I gotta go, keep your number on speed dial Man Verse 4:Soulja Boy
