Choices to be made and fights to be fought pick our fucking battles but we still stand as one the right choice is not always clear right and wrong might
my chest and I bang in the east and I'm bangin' in the west and I come to give you more and I will never give you less you will hear it in the street
losin' you I'll buy you anything, I'll buy you any ring And im in pieces, Baby fix me And just shake me til' you wake me from this bad dream Chorus: One
TAKE IT OFF! Stop callin' Stop callin' I don't wanna think anymore I got my head and my heart on the dancefloor Stop callin' Stop callin' I don't wanna talk anymore I got my head and
Bitch I know you love me if not you just stupid Nigga stop talkin' and why dont you just do it? but fuck them niggas girl me and you should do it and
don't wanna see me shine Don't wanna see me shine Don't wanna see me fly Don't wanna see me ride They don't wanna see me shine Don't wanna see me shine
can you move me with your mouth baby think about is so good till i feel it all over feel it all over all over give it to me cos were mentally and the
Pump and burn to Knicca Pump and burn to Knicca Take a little break to hit me, hit me back Go unless you make it now Body moving like, there she go Make me snap, already get me
a record And I'll make her get lower than a Lamborghini And if she really getting low Then I'mma shoot a video and put it all on TV 'Cause I like that French vanilla And
having this thing with Kim. And I don't know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you're a rapper - and I'm thinking, sure, I know
give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business Yeah, I guess, life is a bitch, ain't it, TIP? And this one thinks they the shit Shirt off my back? I wouldn't give
enough To give me what it is I want It's not enough, it's not enough To get me everything I need And I, I wish it was I think it's time to give this
guilt trip that you put me on won't Mess me up but you're no wrong Any thoughts of you and me have gone away Did you think that I was gonna give it
lips like a padlock And meet me in the back With the jack and the jukebox I don't really care where you live at Just turn around, boy, let me hit that
wanna taste That dark chocolate (Give it to me, give it to me) In my bed, I gotta have That dark chocolate (Give it to me, give it to me) Let me hear
would play and Laura would sing And the children would dance around And I'd bring over my guitar And we'd play into the night And every now and then
gon build statures of me Old money Benjamin Button, whaat, nuttin Now superbad chicks giving me McLovin You would think I ran the world like Michelles husband You would think
Just give me one good reason, just one to stop me leaving 'Cause I can't think of anything at all The shock is wearing off and we'll both be better off
