ya Your likes, your wants I'm infatuated with your love...hey Chorus:(Your love) your love... (So good) good love... (Deserves an encore) deserves an encore... (Your love) your love
about ya Your likes, your wants I' infatuated with your love [Chorus:] (Your love) your love... (So good) good love... (Deserves an encore) deserves an encore... (Your love) your love
Перевод: Pleasure P. Your Love.
from the point And your girl from the d Are you infatuated with me I could end your curiosity If you don't think I'm too rude Here's your chance to make your
if you real good, your game all about the gizzal But never mix business with pleasure You really want me? Prove to me that you're down for whatever Put on your
Ten years Yo the sun don't shine forever But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together Better now than never, business before pleasure P
You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin' Duct tapin', your fam destiny, lays in my hands Gat lays in my waist, Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under your
your chest It's a life, it's a style, it's a need, it's burlesque E-X-P-R-E-S-S Love, sex, ladies, no regrets E-X-P-R-E-S-S Love, sex, ladies, no regrets
guy thought But this shit don't stop, I send much love to the pop Droppin' this shit today, we kickin' this thug music Better love us, so when I love
Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? [Pleasure P] And I think this one's for the radio .. And I think this one .. [Verse Three - Pleasure P
Saaaay ladiesssss You got to...feel da rush ayyyyyy Feel da rush ayyyyyy [Pleasure P: Verse 1] You lie down on the couch kissin me from head to toe
the point and your girl from the D Are you infatuated with me I could end your curiosity If you don't think I'm too rude Here's your chance to make your
Or maybe you can be my M.P.C.E.B. Part of my everyday endeavor When I touch your keys, Your sweet melodies, they bring me pleasure That's why I'mma
'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under your
Verse 1: Baby I know you love me Even though you got your own way that you show it oooh baby You gotta trust me Sometimes it ain't enough to know it
