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PRETTY RICKY LYRICS
"Your Body"
Yes
sir
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir
[Chorus]
I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes
sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I'm lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (yes
sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Then dammit, I'll beat it up
(yes sir)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin'
up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
[Baby Blue]
I don't know why, but the ladies call ol' baby blue
the sticker
They take me and rape me and make me they victim
I lick em and freak 'em if they married I see ya
If
they look like wifey material, then I keep 'em
Stuntin' through the city tryin' to find a lady who
Beautiful, but she
gotta have booty too
Baby blue gonna let you do what you wanna do
You can feel on it if you really want to
Get
a taste of the salami
knock knock knock knock you down like a tsunami
bust in you like atomi-ee
I'mma ahead of my
class gettin' head in the jag
look in the duffle bag see benjamin heads on the cash
[Chorus]
I got new
shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I'm lookin for a
cutiepie (yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me
to beat it up (yes sir)
Then dammit, I'll beat it up (yes sir)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your
body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
[Spectacular]
Top
down blue star tag
Ol' master bear skin rugs in the jag
Spectac with the bad chick in the back
tryin ta beat it
up like an Everlast punching bag
hotter than a bisquick biscuit out the oven
your baby mama go on missions to get this
lovin
we kissin and huggin she never pick her phone up
You be lookin for her while we doin the grown up
she complain
when she catch back spasms,
but she love when she get the back to back orgasms
yes sir, the game is automatic, give
it to 'em one time
They come back like addicts.
[Chorus]
I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin'
down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I'm lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
And we ain't gotta
make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Then dammit, I'll
beat it up (yes sir)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body
(it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
[Slick 'Em]
Well let me step up in this thang
Right
lookin smellin good
lookin good Spec and Baby Blue and Pleasure Fool
That's all we got!
let me drop my top pull up
in the parking lot
grab a grape soda bag of chips
that's all I got
park outside minglin wit' my homeboys
faked
out fake hugs leave me alone boy
plus the candy lookin good enough to eat
you can tell by the way the girls actin
cross the street
but on the other hand
Alfalfa Just hit me on my metro
say a party in the park hard baby let's go
the
balla tick no questions asked, so I jumped out the white jag
smooth like Shaq come her girl!
I got new shoes on
the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I'm lookin for a cutiepie
(yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it
up (yes sir)
Then dammit, I'll beat it up (yes sir)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's
burnin' up)
BLACK EYED PEAS LYRICS
"My
Humps"
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get,
get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump,
my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)
I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat
me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karan, they be sharin’
All
their money got me wearin’
Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans,
True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We
can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.
My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My
hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me
and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me
What
you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get
you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make,
make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my
hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)
I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s
go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky,
milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.
They say I’m really sexy,
The
boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump,
hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma start some
drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You
ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump,
my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps [x3]
In the back and in
the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and
spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.
What
you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get
you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma
make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that
junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’
do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work,
work, make you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s
got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.
[Will.i.am]
So Real [x17]
~*gOOd sOngs*~
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