why So lemme close the door, turn off the lights 'Cause I'm missing you, cry for you Now you sleep with angels in my mind Because you're a star inside
you Don't it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty Come ride on my roller coaster Porn star
a 7 star suite, Dutchin' my haze Remote in my hand, model bitch on my mate Baby girl want Chloe and Fende spars She wants to fly to L.A. and live like a star
. Trina) What you saying? I'm not thirsty for a attention, I see you checking for I'm not impressed 'cause I know what I'm worth More than a stare or
and ever since the movies ho's try to do me if they can't screw me they find a way to sue me Now can you picture me coolin at a night club somethin for
From L.A. to N.Y. I'm Harlem bound You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett 'round Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club But get intimidated
ass get popped now If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor (Yeah) [Verse 1 - Young Jeezy] (Let's get it) I can't sleep--we livin' in Hell (Yeah)
funny No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club And it ain't in the seats of a supper club And sure as hell you're bound to tell That no
: Sie ist der Star des Abends Everybody's darling' ein Unschuldslamm unter schwarzen Schafen eine wahre Gracie, braungebrannt verdammt schaut sie euch
World [Diddy Dirty Money:] This is the grime remix Hello Good morning Let's go Hello good morning Know you been waiting For it Hey yo Skepta [Skepta:] Walked into the club
in' punk, f*** that, bla bla I'ma call that rude boi from Detroit Trick Trick Quick come pick me up, bring them guns Come to the club, meet me out
the guest list, go dance with death The club's dead, yeah, you right, you the last one left See the spooks in, goths in, devils in, fire's in You dwelling in hell
problem typecast And stay the hell away from him like everybody else has And that's exactly why he flees to the road Nother notch in the war club he keeps
pop two two halves that's three Ain't no waffle house baby hell I can't eat Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so extreme Wearin doces in the club cause
me Pop one pop two two halves thats three Aint no waffle house baby hell I cant eat Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so extreme Wearin doces in the club
babygirl thats all 18 for the whole nine five for the half Came up in the hood sellin fifty dollar slabs thats all playboy thats all verse when them bottles start poppin girls start
: (feat. Young Dro) Welcome to the strip club Pay ya admission Ladies tell these niggas don't touch you If they ain't tippin Tell a bitch don't criticize
