all my warm embraces And if I give them to you I guarantee they won't be wasted Touch on your face wit my fingertips Kiss you all over your body with my soft
, and make 'em jump back Whip it, flip it, 'til I see a G stash Drop a six too soft, for bringing back glass Talkin 'bout, that fast See how workin slow roll, but
I can tell him why every nigga I had beef with, them niggas wind up missing Used to be broke but now it's nothing but dollar signs Used to be convicted felonies but
why every nigga I had beef with them niggaz Wind up missin', used to be broke, but now I'm nothing but dollar signs Used to be convicted felonies but
And we're just one big happy family Well it's day four, sentence six, [uh huh] and everything is clicking People are cliquean and talking cliches too much, touche
you flash your titties and peach You say you rub your soft spot when you thinking of me Well add two more fingers and go deeper into your fantasy You rub, you touch
beside the alley Forget about that nigga though (Fuck that nigga) Fuck that nigga, yo But I can't forget about him 'cause he taught me everything I
Krazy] [CHORUS ALL] We can chat all night and day girl When I'm home or away girl Just give me a call on my line girl You can be all mine girl And
Chip Fu from the Fu Schnickens Hit you with nuclear cruiser missiles Hear the wild wolf growl Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds Whack niggas wanna be down but
girls at home I'm the best thing to happen to bitches since the straightening comb When I'm up in 'em spittin' venoms I never go soft (never) I make
and you want but this dick ya gonna meet Hit ya elbows and knees and spread ya booty cheeks And call me Daddi with a I, girl, you're doin' everything
& you want but this dick ya gonna meet Hit ya elbows & knees & spread ya booty cheeks And call me daddi with a "i" girl you're doin' Everything
Case- What's the matter with your life? Ja rule- Everything from weed, price, from the gun to mic I'm livin' my life runnin' through hell with no wife
' in Clinton or Kaksaki Man Rudolph can screw off, you too soft to stop us You and your coppers should see some foot doctors Got your burnt chest popped up, but
be Or don't you wanna be Soft like me Hey, do you wanna be Or don't you wanna be Soft like me Little girls are made of everything nice, we pay the
Touching my private parts With just the thought of you I can't help but touch myself That's why I want you so bad Just one night of Moonlight, with you
mix liquor, top shelf nigga With the marvelous blend Oh you think you the chief now? you know how we get down You claim to spit rounds but are you hittin
touch wit ya writer Even made you pick up ya pen, and start clutchin it tighter I ain't much of a fighter But I know, everything about rollin up, like