Chorus:] it's up to you ... no one can do the things you do.. you know it's up to you! no one can live your life for you! the day you give in, and they
[Chorus:] it's up to you ... no one can do the things you do.. you know it's up to you! no one can live your life for you! the day you give in, and
hands up Oooooh Oh Oooooh Sex on a beach We get sand in our stilletos We freak And we're cheap So play the songs on the stereo You could travel the
brain, You can catch me watchin' AI, Melo, it's game time, Pinkie with the same shine, (?) canine You know I rep' this shit, I got it tatted on my skin, If you
needs romance But you can't do jack so shut up and dance! Sex is like a gun You aim, you shoot, you run When you're splittin hairs with Mr. Clean It
, it's what you do with it It don't matter what you got, it's what you do with it It don't matter what you got, it's what you do with it But if you workin
need a bible Get up and dance I'm gonna set you free yeah Testify It's all sex, drugs, rock n roll A soul sensation that you can't control And you can
she got the cooties (Ah, ah, ahh...) If you mean what you feel then I mean what I said (Ah, ah, ahh...) You don't like cheap sex, I laid a mil' on the
Thank You Ma'am' game is ran on 'em So, fuck how you feel, you fuckin' cheap thrill I hope you took the pill 'cause I won't pay the bill Gettin' pussy's
, it's game time, Pinkie with the same shine, Big poetic canine You know I rep' this shit, I gots it tatted on my skin, If you fuckin' with my city, Then you
'm talkin' you can count it papi it's all there I'm talkin' cookin' up that 'Slumdog Millionare' I like them fast girls, who like them fast cars Who rather sell it
my skin If you fuckin' with my city Then you fuckin' with my kin You know I rep' this shit I got my hands up on your chest Motherfuckers best believe it That you
afraid I'm falling like rain for you So tired, I'm picking skin Just 'cause it's something to do Poor girls and sad boys Dull roads to anywhere Bad sex
I heard she got the cooties If you mean what you feel then I mean what I said You don't like cheap sex, I laid a mil' on the bed Spread it all out and
at It's da bullshit, bullshit, yo where the weed at fellas, what you lightin' Yo, yo, you motherfuckers gon' learn When it come to this shit, I ain'
aimin' uzis, at who dirty mackin' my loochie Come clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up
