skin The smile on your face The way that you taste You come to my senses I can't stop this ache inside Oh, I have no defenses You come to my senses Ah
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your skin The smile on your face The way that you taste You come to my senses I can't stop this ache inside Oh, I have no defenses You come to my senses
You and me (boy you know I'm) I'm feeling you (feeling you, feeling you, feeling you, feeling you) I'm feeling you (boy you know I'm) I'm feeling you
fucked you doesn't mean that I'ma marry you Bury you I will do after I bill you Kill you hoe cause your shit smells like mildew Pe ew think you need
my mellow Sean Lett He gonna get down for y'all Chicago style Eighty seven you know the bidness check it Chorus: Common Sean Lett After eight years of my
knock my tape like beats (uh) I'm fresh as fruits You pussy MC it's you I rebuke repent You burn up you got me bit I'm coming as ebit Got on big hoes
, we gotta rock on and Hey yo Chicago, we gotta rock on and The East coast, you gotta rock on and The West coast, you gotta rock on and ah down South, you
you ain't shit.. you wasn't shit when you was here! I seen you do that shit all that's the same shit you was doin round the poolroom nigga It ain't
big you can't reach the pedals Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast Until I took my ass to Houston, Teaxs This for my thugs baby and for the
) You come to my senses Every time I close my eyes I have no defenses You come to my senses I can't stop this ache inside I have no defenses You come
when you walk in the house Whatever's in your heart is where you wanna be My hood is the ghetto Even when you look, it's never what you see My hood
the gods (Hook: Anthony Hamilton) Whatever in your heart is where you want to be My hood is the ghetto Even when you look Its never what you see My
) (If you want it, you can have it, lay upon my rest) I jus' wanna rock you (All night long) All night long (If you want it, you can have it, lay upon
take you big heads So nigga watch how ya talkin' I'm still chicken hawkin' So hit the deck punk don't move my tech is bigger And you'll be dead if I
a autograph for you as if you a fan of mine, cause i got you trippin off the way my grammar rhyme. fixation on my dictation is evident I'm benevolent
