Yellow model chick Yellow bottle sipping Yellow Lamborghini Yellow top missing Yeah yeah That sh-t look like a toupee I get what you get in 10
no surprise that I got lost in your brown eyes In your brown eyes, brown, brown eyes Your brown eyes, brown, brown eyes Got some brown eyes, brown, brown eyes Your brown
Why am I mad? I don't get it It seems like every time you give me signs and I miss it I did it again, I admit it I left you standing there and now I regret
I guess you know I'm Bad (bad) [I got a problem] Shopaholic is what they call 'em my addiction, my prescription Gimme shoes and give me bags how much
(Violin playing) so we live in our old van Travel all across this land Me and you and We'll end up hand in hand Somewhere down on the sand just Me and
I gotta her singing I gotta her singing I gotta her singing I gotta her singing, ohh I gotta her singing, ohh I gotta her singing, ohh I gotta her singing
She ain't, she ain't you No, she ain't, she ain't you No, she ain't, she ain't you No, she ain't, she ain't you You make it hard for me to see somebody
If you had a choice then what would you choose, to do. I can live without money, I can live without the fame and if every day was sunny I can live without
Damn, I want my baby back It's so cold without her, cold without her She's gone now I'm alone, no one to hold on 'Cause she was the only one and I know
Verse 1 Girl let me get this tripod, Make sure that thee angles right. Don't know if you know your lines, so this might just take all night. Baby get
You got that smile That only heaven can make I'll pray to God every day That you keep that smile Yeah, you are my dream There's not a thing I won't do
3 in the morning You know I'm horny So why don't you come over my place? Put a smile on my face Leavin' the club Shawty hurry up So we can get this party
(Chorus) I don't know what is it but I Love you (x3) I don't know what you do but I love you Oooh baby (Verse 1) Baby I don't know what it is but you
Verse 1 Her voice imbedded in my head An embezzle in my heart It?s spelling her name, and its telling me Because I can get her in my hands To put her
Girl relax, I got your back Ia??ve never seen you put in the air like that Nibble little bit, on your thigh I cuddle with it girl You remind me of my
I'm in the same old mess again Another love has reached the end You never really gave a damn I thought you were a better man Oh no, you got me in a headlock
(verse one] I'm staring at the clock its a quarter to three, I'm fussing in my bed cause i just can't sleep, cause your not here with me, I'm reaching
money Thank God for that brown paper bag, that Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper
