And Baby I Love The faces You make can be any Clearer We Gonna be workin all through the night, Puttin in overtime and You Know exactly what I mean So turn the music
I love the faces you make can be any clearer We gon' be working all through the night Puttin' in overtime and you know Exactly what I mean So turn the music
world Sing it out Boy, they're gonna sell what tomorrow means Sing it out Girl, before they kill what tomorrow brings You've got to make a choice If the music
door I'm about to get up on it Feed me girl cause I'm so hungry Got plenty money but I'm still lonely Gotta have you now 'cause me so Black and Asian girl
Boom boom boom boom They don't want music, they don't know how to use it They don't want music, they don't want music They don't want music, they don
Gucci on a rap song My jeans sag, boy gotta mean swag Right now you rockin' with the finest And I mean that (Uh) Really, you the finest and I mean
left the place I?d known Now words have lost their meaning The words have lost their meaning and she?s bored And
Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks Two trailer park girls go round the outside Round the outside, round the outside Two trailer park girls go round the
we came to celebrate now ALL AROUND THE WORLD (yeah) we gonna make some noise This is for my fabulous girls and boys Get lost in the music, we don't
What's up, baby girl? (Ho) Thought I had to talk to you again Missing you (Hey, ey, ey, ey) Tim is missing you, Missy's missing you Rashad is missing
and pour out their heart for me And tell me how much they hate it when they apart from me Yeh, and lately I do bitches the meanest Tell em I love em and don't ever mean
Hey man. Hey. Dude you're looking pretty swoll, you been working out? Uh yeah, why are you looking? Oh no, not like that man, I mean, no homo. Ohhh
, like what it do/ I'm a fool with a swag, I'm a tool in a bag/ Nigga so clean I don't need to brag/ Pretty girls on my, try to leave with half, but they
[Romeo:] Who that girl, who that girl (we got em with this one Akon) ask my boy like who that girl, who that girl (I mean city to cty...country to country
I find a girl with beauty and brains like her, Then best believe she gon get a wedding ring, But I don't know if I believe in love to be honest, Cause every girl
think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode Eyes low'd, I let the skies hold the thoughts The streets are like the high road that I go across (Kanye) I mean,
can't let it go Whether that's right, I will never know But here goes nothing Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music
and flags of lots of nations And the first stop on this whirl-wind cavelcade. The exotic Middle East! The medieval Turkey of a patoon!" Here we go, Girls