go enjoy your fame Love me, love me, love me, sex machine I'm guaranteed to make you moan and scream Love me, love me, love me, sex machine I'm guaranteed
not discern Who?s foe and who is friend We?ll own them all in the end It goes like this, we have no choice The minarets, the wailing voice And vaguely
want is you All I want is you All I want is you now Now that you're gone, gone, gone Miguel Coz being your friend is killing me softly I hear voices
time we do it girl i sex with you on fire 'cause you're my sexy lil something yeah you're my sexy lil something. ..you can think later voice horse yelling
[Verse 1] She was a little red Corvette, fast as hell, turned heads on the set Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex Whatever Lola wants, Lola
He got nothing to eat, no shoes on his feet She even left his clothes out in the street He keeps hearing noises when he's at home He always hears voices
to. Run to the head, jack to the brain, Name: Shane, never use the Lord's name in vain. ??? of stress when it comes to sex, Play safe. Always wear
bed with a snicker and a soda Was it good? (Hmm) Well that's what I told ya Was it hood? (Hmm) From the bed to the sofa [Chorus: Woman Voice (Killah
city of gold, I pity the soul, That take humans, and start branding them like food cans, It's like the 6 points of the hexagram, Resembles the sex of
The first day of school was always the hardest The first day of school, the hallways the darkest Like a gauntlet The voices haunted Walking in with his
Sex on his mind Seems to me he wants sex all the time I can't believe the way his heart rules his mind But when he wants it he gets sex all the time Sex
the pool than Wilt the Stilt, damn near drowned In clowns bounce to sound, when Thoughts pound and brown's My complexion Section Southern, my brother in is Jex, I sweats No sex
the wall Coolin with my niggaz on the right, hold tight Late Friday night strobelight shine bright blind Coolin at this party with the sugars on my mind It's the sex patrol, the sex
the Virgo, you ain't got to take your shirt off Seen you convince your home-girl though They got my voice for the record and my voice for the beat Virgo
smooth man Fuck studios, just happen to be here, aight, whatever Yo, he woke up in a daze, back achin' Breath smellin' like liquor, dick smellin' like sex
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it's tinted But honey got a lot of jazz, you gotta philly You gotta bag, then she went inside the Prada bag Blew two and she said it was choice, like my voice
biggy bang biggy bang bang Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.. [Kane] Biggie Smalls