: I wanna fuck you like a animal I wanna feel you from the inside I wanna fuck you like a animal My whole existence is blood You get me closer to god
I wanna fuck you like a animal I wanna feel you from the inside I wanna fuck you like a animal My whole existence is blood You get me closer to god You
you mean I am the one Who will dance on the floor in the round She said I am the one who will dance on the floor in the round [2nd verse] She told
just looking at the floor Just looking at the floor Yeah i look at the floor... And I'm starting to laugh Like an animal in pain And I've got blood on
times without riggin the deck So I'm well prepped if you just want war There'll be blood everywhere, you be laying on the Louboutin floor It's raw, you
head D-dance-dance-dance 'til you're dead O-off-off-off with your head D-dance-dance-dance 'til you're dead O-off-off-off with your head It's close to
is We givin y'all five seconds to put your drink down and report to the dance floor immediately All the bustas we givin y'all five seconds to get close
them dumbs at? Where them dumbs at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them dumbs at? Where where them dumbs at? [Nas] I slow dance with the Devil Snow
fry Stuck my nose in the door Ended up on the floor In the middle of a nudie show She danced on my lap A couple hundred dollars later I was up on a
that lovely skin Shadows dancing aroun the walls Closer I creep, toward my prize The Blue Lotus lies before me Her lips are full, red as blood Moist
I'm just looking at the floor Just looking at the floor Yeah, I look at the floor I'm starting to laugh Like an animal in pain I've got blood on my
See the girl with cymbals on her fingers Entering through the door Ruby glistening from her navel Shimmering around the floor Bells on feet go, ting
on point, put you in places where bodies rot Never knew murder till I seen my man get popped No blood soaking, laying there, eyes still open I got a little closer
Stuck my nose in the door Ended up on the floor In the middle of an undie show She danced on my lap A coupla hundred dollars later I was up on a morals
- Nash) See the girl with cymbals on her fingers Entering through the door Ruby glistening from her navel Shimmering around the floor Bells on feet
be on point, put you in places where bodies rot Never knew murder till I seen my man get popped No blood soaking, laying there, eyes still open I got a little closer
