shawty Come makin' me (?) to fill this sh*t on my peripheral zone and girl i see you looking Hey shawty Get off me (repeated) Hey shawty Come makin' me
I just really wanna cut when we together Oh, oh, oh Come here girl, lets get it on (Work out for me, work out for me) Straight up now tell me do you really wanna love me
me And just shake me til' you wake me from this bad dream Chorus: One love My one heart My one life for sure Lemme tell you one time (girl I love, girl
your type, yeah For your type Tell me why I always fall for your type For your type Look, dress hanging off your shoulder, barely sober Telling me how
gonna be a big one When you see the lights And we hear the fights It's gonna be a stunner I've got something here If you give me one more beer I'm gonna
s up off me Damn the flow nasty, coffee Don't you do like the Pope and cross me Yeah, this is my last chance, last chance Yeah, this is my last chance
comfortably. Now who pumped you and told you to come rump wit me? You the type to run your mouth and then run from me I'm poppin' off in your hood wit
Yeezy's, you can see me in the night time I get rich off livin' life, check to check, reciting rhymes So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time While I get
that you're playing Well, we must get more acquainted Because it has to be so lonely To be the only one who's holy It's just my humble opinion But it's one
me standing in the arch of the door Hating that look that's on your face That says there's another fool like me There's one born every minute There's one
playing over But you promised her, next time you'd show restraint You don't get another chance, life is no Nintendo game But you lied again, now you get
one wasted Every day you get up and face it Every day is a chance for redemption Every day, a chance for redemption Every day, a chance for redemption Every day, a chance
dac Babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see black When you get home', we never had chance to get up And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit
somethin' Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" Yo, turn with me now Do my thing, hey swing with me now Big dawg now, one
me Diddy I run this city Send the cops, the feds and D.A to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me Get head in the Bentley red at
This goes out to the beautiful girls Which one of y'all, which, which one Which, which one of y'all Which one of y'all goin' home with Trigga? I see
earth to me that could be done The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor Had me beggin' to
