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| 2. |
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| 3. |
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Damn damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like man got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Verse 1: Now you can tell my stilettos cost about nine hundred I'm in Miami actin ghetto hollerin out Shy run it And you can see I hold the crown ain't no taken it from me I let my chain hang down from my neck to my tummy I got a pet pink poodle named FiFi I love taking pictures cause these bitches wanna be me I only swim in Donatella or some Givenchy You can catch me on the yacht we chasin vodka wit some Fiji You bitches ain't know I do this shit for fun My daddy got that paper I been rich since I was one Been living in them mansions been soaking up the sun Can see me in that Rolls or that Ferrari either one Before you try to holla at me know I'm bout that paper And I'ma I'ma a hustler I don't need no package saver They feelin all my flava and that ass so plush Before you take a look make sure them haters don't touch I got 'em sayin' Hook: Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like blam got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like man got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Smoke's Rap: She's a ten in them nines with stilettos With a figure 8 frame in them 7 jeans 6-5-4-3-2-1 Let's go She's a trophy I put her on a pedestal Damn the can be feelin the way it shake I wanna jam it in her jello Anything for me she want it Like a beast she be so funky you can see it from the front She got more ass than a team of donkeys Itty bitty waist like a bumble bee Titties plump please Dolly Parton up When she walk through and make way for the double D's I love that pretty brown round She shaking got me shook Cause her print so fat between her thighs It look just like a camel foot Can I look can I rub it Matter fact fuck that let me cut it Can I touch it can I grab it That hairy nappy fat rabbit Meet me there I take a flight Your dark chocolate fittin to be up in the air like a kite Caught up in the Chicago wind Just to be up in your guts from dust to dawn Humpin like a camel back From am from pm from pm to am I'll beat it up like a punching bag Hook: Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like blam got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like man got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Verse 3: Hold up wait a minute step back let a nigga just catch my breath Got 'em all up on it want it Watch it go right to left Watch it go up and down like that Watch it go front to back Hope it don't hurt too bad Cause it's gonna make me mad You like it how I do it fast Love it how I do it slow They Like it how I move it up and down and make that booty roll They see that pussy swoll It be so juicy Ohh He said he wanna try to take me home and eat that pussy whole Said he never had the chance But he gotta have a taste And he was like a kid and I was like shit I just wanna ride the face And that's just how I play 'em I ain't never been out to lay 'em My shit's so mean up in them jeans And now I gotta 'em sayin Hook: Damn damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like blam got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it |
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| 4. |
| 5:42 |
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Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin'.
[Chorus] I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl. I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl. [Shawnna: Verse 1] You know u n**** want a b**** like me Diamond wit the white beader rockin nikes N****s in the hood wanna call her wifey If u got a pretty dolla then I probly might be You n****s popin collars y yo b****es pop ps I'm goin' do this for my riders that get down and pop e Think u can pop me man u need to stop please See me flyin' through yo hood in a drop top v I'm in the pop top three And ma pops got gs Say the watch got chilly And the rocks got freeze And u broads act silly Tryin' jack my steam You slippin' and I'm pimpin' and yo boy chose me And now he hollin' hey lil' mama can u give me a sip Tryin' lick somethin' somethin' bout as big a yo leg Dis n**** yawn while he talkin so I knew he was red And bout six in the mornin' he forgot what he said and I was [Chorus] [Shawnna: Verse 2] You know I keep that 4 5 woofer in my trunk And I turn it to the max so u can feel it when it bump When u go to DTP we give the people what they want And when I come to hustle man u know we aint no punk And you catch me in the town we blowin' dro and gettin' drunk And when we hit the party man u know we keep it crunk Yo n**** actin' tough he on the flow and getting stomped Don't act like u ain't know now tell yo hoe to pa** the blunt You b****es wanna be me cause u know that I'm the s*** You see me on the t.v cause I roll wit Ludacris Don't hate shawnna baby just be mad at who u wit (who u wit) I keep a couple handles so u know im to legit (to legit) Just so you understand it so u know I'm bout that bread (i'm bout that bread) And don't you try to play me for no joke about my cash (about my cash) Before I get the tip I get the heat up out the stash (up out the stash) I hit em on the lo and shawty this is what he said (what he said) [Chorus] |
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| 6. |
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| 7. |
| 4:17 |
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| 8. |
| 4:12 |
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[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
Play Da Song On The Radio Gotta Let My Baby Know When I Get It I'ma Take Control If It Get To Fast I'ma Take It Slow (Oh Oh) If It Get To Fast I'ma Take It Slow Take It Slow (Yeeeah) If It Get To Fast I'ma Get To Fast [Verse 1: Shawnna] Look I Got Da Feelin U Been Fienin My Body I See Its Leavin Da Party Now Tell Me Wat You Gonna Do Somebody Told Me You Been Thinkin About Me And I've Been Thinkin Probably Could Be A Me On You So Come On Shorty We Could Creep A Bed Get Into Some More Freaky Shit Then We Could Go Back To Da Crib Take A Look How Live To Conceal Let Me Show You How Deep It Get Now We Could Do It Real Fast Or Could Do It Slow I Like When You Make It Last T'ill You Gotta Go He Like The Way I Move Dat Ass Then I Make It Poke Out To Smoke Out To Jag The We Roll And Took A Ride Down Lake Shore Drive Stay So High Flippin Through The City Nigga They Aint No I Stay So Fly Could Take Your Guy Cause They Know I Got Da Bomb And It Aint No Lie [Chorus x2: Bobby Valentino] [Verse 2: Shawnna] Look I Think I Really Need Time To Breathe Because I Know What We Doin Aint Right Right And He Be On Me Everytime I See Him Because He Know How You Me Tight Tight He Wanna See Me In Da Middle Of The Night Wanna Fuck In Da Middle Of The Fight We Break Up To Make Up But When We Make Love We Suck And Nibble And We Bite But I Know I Gotta Chill Cause Now Im Seein Its Real And My Dude Checkin All Yo Phone Bills But Still I Know You Got A Girl Who Be All Off In Yo Grill She Be Checkin Through Your Pagers Stalkin All At The Crib Damn Shouldv'e Known What The Shit Might Do Fuckin Wit A Nigga Like Koo Throw Um In Da Brains Switchin Lanes In The Mid Night Blue So You Please Gotta [Chorus x2: Bobby Valentino] [Verse 3: Ludacris] Luda! Ludacris Dont Play When It Come To Da Sex If It Get To Fast I'ma Take It A Lil Slow Of Dis Speed It Back Up Like Shaquiell O'neil Or Back Board I'll Break It Take It Never Fake It Shake It Run Around My House Butt Naked If You Throw It Good Enough Daddy Might Buy Yo Ass A Tennis Bracelet Cause I Got So Much Dough I Dont Know What To Do Wit It Plus I Got So Much Drough I'll Roll It Up And Let You Hit It Lay Back Lay Back Stay Back Like Puff Take Dat Take Dat Take Dat Take Dat Young Bobby V. Ludacris And Shawnna Make You Hit Dat Playback Like 4 Times I'll Co-Sign You So Fine So Fine Let Me Hit It One More Time Mo Time Cause I Got Dat Goody Good And I Think I Shoudly Should Packed Good Wit Da Woody Wood Im Jus So Hoody Hood [Chorus: Bobby Valentino] [Until Song Fades] |
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| 9. |
| 4:13 |
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Hey there, hey, how are you?
Muah, everything cool I don't know, I'm trying to see if you gon' like it I'm gon' love it, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo My daddy told me this industry ain't what you think it is And everyday you will be gone, you will think of your kids No matter what they throw at you, get your biscuit and grits Get your kibbles and bits, ain't no riddles I spit see the devil is a shady one, he lay up in yo' crib And just when you find happiness he run away with it Then you back to the drawing board and don't know what to do And feeling like you all alone and don't know who is who But it's just like you, it's just like me, it's simply, it's 1 and 2 It's just like 3, don't try to cuff it, let it flow and let it breathe And if you love it let it go and let it leave and if it's so It come back running then you embrace Don't be like any other woman and turn your face Just shake it off like it ain't nothing and hold your weight 'cause pain make your heart toughen, it can't break you They say 'cause you got a kid, you done did it big What, you tryna live? (They say) Think you doing wrong, they don't understand Just where you're coming from (They say, something here) Only people go [unverified] They intentions show but they won't break me It's like I'm all alone in this shit and ain't nobody Trying to lend a hand to a bitch My baby asking why his daddy don't love him Yet, I swear to god it's like a bullet going through my chest I'm trying to make it by myself but scared of breaking down I slit my wrist and tell god to come and take me now See it's a battle wit my body and I'm losing bad I got a boy, dark child and don't know who the dad That shit is sad but we pushing on through the struggle Why bitches be up in the streets if they don't fucking hustle That's for them knuckleheads, boy, I put that on my uncle I'm from the side of tracks where niggas in the black'll truck you Act like a bitch and put it down for the gang sign (Something) With these niggas at the same time A thin line between the hood and the hood fad Don't let the game take me out I'm taking out the game that's on them thangs They say 'cause you got a kid, you done did it big What, you tryna live? (They say) Think you doing wrong, they don't understand Just where you're coming from (They say, something here) Only people go [unverified] They intentions show but they won't break me It's like I go too hard for the people And every time I hit the booth I'm just promoting evil And I don't wanna send the wrong message to tha kids But what about my niggas lock up and doing bids? And all my niggas on the block ducking from the feds Just keep yo' head tied, nigga, do it how you live And all my baby mommas, hell naw, I can't forget Don't let no mothafucka tell you how to raise them kids I'm on the borderline of fucked up and asses out This remy got me spinning, think I'm fin'a pass out Father forgive me 'cause I'm caught up in this (Fair crout) But I don't know no betta, see all I know is chedda Raised int he go-getta They say the situations drastic a cold (Retta) They say some nigga just got blasted was no sweata It's unbelievable, them last days is gon' catch up Be tryna make it through the gates but he won't let you They say 'cause you got a kid, you done did it big What, you tryna live? (They say) Think you doing wrong, they don't understand Just where you're coming from (They say, something here) Only people go ? They intentions show but they won't break me ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ORTIZ, ERIK / CROWE, KEVIN / BROWN, III, CLIFFORD / GUY, RASHAWNNA / COOPER, SHARIEEFAH FARADAH <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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| 10. |
| 3:02 |
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[whisperin: x4]
These are my ghetto fairytales... These are my ghetto fairytales Sit back and just listen to what I'm spittin' cause I'm cold I'm straight reminiscing on all my niggas dead and gone See when I was young I was just so dumb and didn't know How quickly the reaper would come and creap up for your soul I play with them niggas that like to live it by the chase They told me whatever you do just keep your body safe Pitbull in the front and my german shepard by the gates Blowing booze and [? ] to keep my body out of space And I heard bout my nigga they send up to their face And they sayin' it's probable when the feds investigate Gotta do what I gotta do while they take my nigga away Promised you my protection I gotta make a nigga pay Bustin' in the direction of any mothafucka fake I burn a nigga to [? ] presidents up in this place Now they tell me I'm too ghetto for this shit I feel like I'm the only rebel in this shit [x2:] These are my ghetto fairytales These are the tales, my ghetto tales These are the tales, that I tell so well Northside, Eastside, Westside, Southside [many times:] These are my ghetto fairytales... [Some dude speaking, couldn't find out everything he said] |
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| 3:38 |
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| 4:22 |
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| 5:36 |
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| 14. |
| 3:53 |
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Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin'.
[Chorus] I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl. I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl. [Shawnna: Verse 1] You know u n**** want a b**** like me Diamond wit the white beader rockin nikes N****s in the hood wanna call her wifey If u got a pretty dolla then I probly might be You n****s popin collars y yo b****es pop ps I'm goin' do this for my riders that get down and pop e Think u can pop me man u need to stop please See me flyin' through yo hood in a drop top v I'm in the pop top three And ma pops got gs Say the watch got chilly And the rocks got freeze And u broads act silly Tryin' jack my steam You slippin' and I'm pimpin' and yo boy chose me And now he hollin' hey lil' mama can u give me a sip Tryin' lick somethin' somethin' bout as big a yo leg Dis n**** yawn while he talkin so I knew he was red And bout six in the mornin' he forgot what he said and I was [Chorus] [Shawnna: Verse 2] You know I keep that 4 5 woofer in my trunk And I turn it to the max so u can feel it when it bump When u go to DTP we give the people what they want And when I come to hustle man u know we aint no punk And you catch me in the town we blowin' dro and gettin' drunk And when we hit the party man u know we keep it crunk Yo n**** actin' tough he on the flow and getting stomped Don't act like u ain't know now tell yo hoe to pa** the blunt You b****es wanna be me cause u know that I'm the s*** You see me on the t.v cause I roll wit Ludacris Don't hate shawnna baby just be mad at who u wit (who u wit) I keep a couple handles so u know im to legit (to legit) Just so you understand it so u know I'm bout that bread (i'm bout that bread) And don't you try to play me for no joke about my cash (about my cash) Before I get the tip I get the heat up out the stash (up out the stash) I hit em on the lo and shawty this is what he said (what he said) [Chorus] |
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