I still got the magic touch to make wifee blush I been workin' it out since a high school crush foots on the clutch minds on my money but my money ain
something crazy flash flash yo titties We L-M-F-A-O oh oh oh oh oh oh oh We L-M-F-A-O oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
's your favorite trick That you wanna use on me and I'll volunteer And I'll be flowin' and goin' till clothing disappears Ain't nothin' but shoes on me, oh
turn back we been through it all but now i just want my heart back and i could walk away but see your love is my weakness oh' it could be pointless to
On and on and on and on [3x] I want that old thing back. I?m a bring it back blood Come follow me Listen likkle hip hop jazz and r&b ?Care make the struggle
will you come and spend the night? My love is like, wo My kiss is like, wo My touch is like, wo My sex is like, wo My ass is like, wo My body's like,
will you come and spend the night My love is like, whoa My kiss is like, whoa My touch is like, whoa My sex is like, whoa My ass is like, whoa My body
the car on the way to the bar I got you on my list I got you on my list At the foot of the stairs with my fingers in your hair baby this is it She
em! He got 'em! Oh no! Oh, it was terrible! Oh, oh I can't believe it! Oh! The humanity! The humanity! Oh my God! Ahh-hoh, oh, huh. And then with
the freeway Cause I ain't touchin shit with my own hands So when them muthafuckas step up with that he-say And count my money when they push it off I
I'll address my issues Either comply or I twist you, simple Hardrock, been livin' on Hard Knock Hate a bitch nigga that car hop, no The dashboard in my BM, kinda confusing Head game on my
[Intro:] Eyy Konvict Akon and Paul Wall on fire (she's hot hott) [Chorus:] This girl is on fire (She's hot hott) She's on fire (She's hot hott) She
so magnetic ( Oh oh oh oh oh oh ) So magnetic, netic ( Oh oh oh oh oh oh ) Magnetic [Verse:] So lately I been thinkin' 'bout this party My hands just keep on
Intro- Soulja Boy Tell Em Quala Oh (yeah) oh (yeah) oh (yeah) soulja boy tellem man turn my swag on man ayyyyyyy time for me to hit ma bird walk
[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the dough still, And anybody in my way, roadkill, Everything my hands touch turn to gold
up happy homes and they do it well And their style is to kiss and never tell What goes around comes around She whispers in my ear, oh no, oh no (3x)
