Make Ya Sweat by Lyrics
make sure the door lock Off with the Gucci, down go my Louis Out come my uuwee, do me, baby do me Like pornstar took ya to my spot My bed rock back and
ya need, I think ya need I think ya need your medicine Baby, I'm your insulin Shawty, I'm your insulin I think ya need, I think ya need I think ya need
nice I add spice with the cinnamon thang Make ya pull your own hair out Make ya body go flat, get the spares out Well, smack lips, smack hips, make '
persona, Sean John, unforgivable cologne Coppin' the biggest diamonds, makes me sorta bi-polar Ferrari to Phantom, vehicles for high rollers The studded chain around my neck, it makes
? Despite the bullshit, Black still here making hits Down that Chelsea Spears, me and Puff taking flicks No matter what, we gotta come strapped with out gats We don?t want to but ya?ll make
the bullshit, Black still here making hits. Down that Chelsea Spears, me and Puff taking flicks. No matter what, e gotta come strapped with out gats. We don't want to but ya'll make
a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya
swings i don' need it's thug you want, it's a thug life you won't get cus three hits of ecstasy will make ya won't get i don't wanna settle down but
me don't love 'em trust 'em 'Cause he gon' break ya heart girl yeah [x2] I know u thinkin in ya mind u got every right I know u thinkin in ya mind I'
every piece in the masterhall All about money tied in a know stand over there Thats why I make it happen on blocks Brazil cut sweater, Audi, leather
flyest chick around You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire So I might ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire I burn it down on stage, I make it hot 'Til
Oh (oh) Oh (oh) Ohhhh Oh (oh) Oh (oh oh) Keep crawling up touchin' ya', kissin' ya', lovin' ya' The ice is melting down your back Cause there's a
, ya heard? Hands on your knees, arch that back Shake that badon kadonk and make it clap Aw now, here we go Get on the dance floor and get low Sweat
dancefloor, girl, ya heard? Hands on your knees, arch that back Shake that badonkadonk and make it clap Aw now, here we go Get on the dance floor and get low Sweat
give less than a fuck about Any of them or their fuckin' police friends They'd like to take me out make me a goner They even tryin' to sweat Time Warner
to flip if our group don't hit They don't make you nothin' but a pop ho bitch And I don't need ya, I love to bleed ya All I ever wanted was a real nigga
her ? Look at her hips, she's got those crazy blisters Body that smells like the New York mets Arm pits all nappy packed full of sweat I hope this something