dance Light me up like dynamite Don't need a hit when I'm with you Fall into my bed, don't fight A little love to get you through Light me up like dynamite
dance chorus light me up like dynamite, don't need hit when i'm with you fall into my bed, don't fight a little love to get you through light me up like dynamite
last dance chorus light me up like dynamite, don't need hit when i'm with you fall into my bed, don't fight a little love to get you through light me up like dynamite
[Intro: Tweet] Ooh Ooh Ooh Shook up, Shook up, Shook Up Ooh Ooh Listen, it's something like dynamite Oow! [Verse 1: Tweet] This morning (I Cried) Had
the everyday purse snatcher If you see him coming, you better start running Like a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be humming Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash
all night you dig it Camp-ah hotta pinata, too big quiver get hipper Spillin' coffee inside my automo' aldo Crackin' satin' and leather, what's happenin' bullet convincer? Cash
life Sugar baby we dynamite Playboys and socialites Young and fly, fly, fly Diamond life Sugar baby we dynamite Playboys and socialites Young and fly, fly, fly Cash
mac out a box of snow cones Yeah, ya little fucks Gimme ya fuckin' money [Incomprehensible] Uhuh, check it I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on Playing with a dynamite
key right to her door waiting [for drugs law], livin the china white if you got her high enough you could fuck her with a stick of dynamite tie her up
Tell 'em what we do in here, dangerous Get some drums from a break and then break yo ass You want beats from the crew? We'll take yo cash Five G's for
Golden Keys, cash on trees, raining men its all for me geez 10 washing machines 10 jeeps on auction for me 10 peeps to wash it for me Feelin super Oompa
losin In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many niggaz chosin So what makes you think I'm comin out tonight hoe? You must be on Triple D: Dick, Dope and Dynamite
hydro Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow She ain't know we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashion Simmons name synonymous wit this cash
Face it * Last blast of the century Went down to the liquor store - Had enough - but I needed more Give me a six pack, I got money - I got cash - Take
her out, with my vicious charm I said, "No, no, baby, it's not like that Ya see I'm all about makin' that cold cold cash" Started jivin' around, started
drop ya Cost twenty a g, bitches feelin' me Come find me in the streets, see the trail of blood? I'm out huntin', hear the choppers thumpin', or my bass bumpin' DPalm make the cash
the nigga with them, two 9's ready to blast When I pull 'em out, ya muthafuckas betta haul ass Paul thowin' chairs in tha air, Koopsta locin' up Fly takin' cash
and bend it Shake it down, break it down, with me and a friend Biggity bounce, slide, ride, Work that cat to the right Push it down, push it up, boom, you dynamite
