Tongue - lash, lick me Pulsate, kiss me I pull you close and it's all I ever wanted To strip you bare and to see you standing naked I watch you pulse
Traducción: Medicina. FIM.
I got sunglasses And I got the shorts I got factor 50 And a t-shirt of course I've been shopping in penney's I've walked out to dunne's I'm all set for
Can't kick that habit I guess you know What conversation But here I go I can't stand it Facing this alone Don't change the subject If it's not clear
' back to a has-been Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flat screen Plasma Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I
raw hard yay Millz twisting up the sticky not that barnyard hay We just getting to the money then get on our way Yep, 3 whips back to back Followed by a Cadillac truck Sluts
getting back to a has-been yeah, I said it, has-been hang it up, flatscreen, haha, plasma hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine
ain't gon' shoot you I'ma pull you to this bullet and put it through you Shut up slut, you're causin' too much chaos Just bend over and take it like a slut
to now I'll disappear, you'll wonder how Lookin' for me, I'm underground Dre, I'm down here under the ground Dig me up, broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up 60 sluts
wasn't what she thought Pee in a tea cup? Bitch, you ain't my keeper, I'm sleepin' What the fuck you keep on fuckin' with me for? Slut, you need to leave
Verse: Man TIP told me on this hoe tip, best tip I could give you to hip you Never let these traits trick you Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love slut
come up, chill nigga, don't run up, A yellow nigga finna rise and shine like the sun up, (yea) My mind on that paper, I ain't tryna wife a slut up, I
look the door Aggressive localism with my dogs of war Small man's complex, you only get torn apart Mad Child kinda like Napoleon Bonaparte Fornicate with porn stars, sluts
you dead in a closet Family recked from yo death-death, from yo early death Packin' some in jars, sendin' two off for the chef Cause I melt them with medicine
Basic-Basic Thug-Thug-Thugonomics Word life, I'm untouchable But I'm forcin' you to feel me You ain't advanced enough to process, potential for medical
bas-basic thuga-thuga-thuganomics Word life I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me You ain't advanced enough to process potential for medical
Thuganomics. Word life! I'm untouchable, but i'm forcing you to feel me! you ain't advanced enough to process, potential for medical concepts, some
See in these days, Cage is like 54 ways To get my fuckin' money, mega seedless to blaze Sluts, gimmicks, ducks, you finished This is dedicated for those medicated