want to Baby you're a superstar Lookin' like you're goin' far Do what you want Why don't you do what you wanna You could be my little movie queen
yeah ([...] Carl [...]) (We lost it.) She's my little deuce coupe (Hey, Carl.) You don't know what I got Talk to me, baby Talk to me, baby Well I'm
FOR To bump these hot boys, let me get the Visa So I can Discover your MasterCard Let's cruise the beach and then park the yacht at the dock at the beaches
baby, you're the one Whoa, tell the boys I'm on my way I got the radio blastin' in my old man's Chevrolet I got a party in my pocket and you know I
with me no rules everything alright with me now shake baby shake just right for me catch ball players in magic city show them boys how good my jumper
yachts Big cribs Miama my yard is blocked Mean cash on the floor its all from rocks Ya'll dont understand D boys are hot [CHORUS] [Verse 3 (R Kelly)] Yo Baby
C'mon yeah c'mon Rock land baby c'mon This is how we do it Money cash cars clothes Money cash cars clothes Boys and girls this is how we play Boys and
regular I toast to good smokes, meet your kinfolks And try to get next to ya Good life the limelight, head down south And get ya mind right Sex so good
Like a prancer in a cowboy's dream I don't wanna be alone say we'll be together You and me should be the team Baby you've been pullin' on my heart reins
boys ain't ready fa' real 30's the new 20, *** I'm so hot still I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a *** Baby boy, now I'm all grown up I used to
Baby's gone shopping By: jimmy buffett 1988 There are ten pictures of marilyn monroe in my studio and I always fantasize while I'm singing about being
. (Nas) And still my talent is yet to be challenged, Had new jet with my own pilot, No blastin off, but flexin, Dj Khaled, My mom stressin college, But my
that ain't good enough Ocean and a beach so I can really live it up See, that's the life baby, you got to understand its life baby I'm never gonna give
and I'm loaded Everything you here in your jeep I wrote it If it ain't good life man I don't live it If the raps hot then baby musta did it Ain't no
boy Lil John right. My nigga Kat Williams in this bitch. Now ladies! If you got on the brand new Juicy Couture and you looking good let's go! I ain't
my tall glass, Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass, stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back, Bugatti black-black, where he do that at? South beach
I gain clout and my name sprouts Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out I got the wild style, always been a foul child My guns go
my pants sag, not givin' a fuck Baby boy, now I'm all grown up I used to cruise the used car lot, put crome on the truck Baby boy, now I'm all grown up