Alright boys, stand clear 8: 30 pm, Weekdays and Sundays The down Postal Special leaves Euston for Glasgow, Edinburgh and Aberdeen The Postal Special is a fast express, but it carries no passengers Ha
Oh hot damn, this is my jam Keep me partying till the a.m. Y'all don't understand Make me throw my hands In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer Oh hot damn, this is my jam Keep me partying till the a.m.
I'm in the club Kush got it burnin' up I'm poppin' bottles 'n I'm fuckin' up the furniture I'm in the club DJ gon turn it up Got a flock of models 'N we fuckin' up the furniture All my niggas gettin
Look at me bitch Look at me bitch Look at me bitch I'm an American superstar I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures I got guns for the snitc
You're coming with me
Coming with me
You're coming to me
Coming to me
Ass shakin' at a quarter to two
And I'm feelin' you're ready to freak me, freak me
Bodies caught in applause
You could hear us in the bathroom c
(*Prod. by Jean "JRock" Borges, Javon "4Mill" Thomas) [** feat. Rick Ross and Brisco:] I got my money right, I ain't nothin nice* It's goin down tonight, that's wh
Ain't no need to ask Why I let them rubberbands fly Let them rubberbands fly Ack like you know Ack, ack like you know Ack like you know Ack, ack like you know Ay my hole squad iced out my nigga so T
You and me (Just you and me) Just me and you You and me (Just you and me) Emotions Emotions I feel (These are the emotions I feel) Emotions are real (I know that emotions are real) 'Cause you are my
Gon' gamble with it, show me I'm da man
Shake it on da floor, like dice pon ya hand
Lemme see dat ass roll, roll roll, roll, roll
Dey it go!
She had Hennessey hips and Belve' eyes
Grey Goose on her lips and cognac thighs
I'm hungover from Ms. Hangover
My lawnmower home but my hoe still missin' My hoe still missin', my hoe still missin' My rake in the shed but my hoe still missin' My hoe still missin', my hoe still missin' Plowin' the world but my
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way All my life, riding dirty on the highway All my life, and it all changed in one day All my life, it's the moment I been waiting on All my life, had to hu
(*Prod. by Travis Baker) [** feat. T-Pain:] [Chorus:] Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans (Jeans)* Boots with the fur (With the fur) The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo (She hit the flo)
(*Prod. by The Runners) [** feat. Rick Ross and Brisco:] [Flo-rida:] Florida I got a story to tell (story to tell, story to tell)* There once was a man that lived in a shoe, Next to a bakery that I
Right about now, yeah, so fresh
So fresh, what up Flo?
I pulled up to the club on dubs
They say look at them go, look at them go
Well, I've got a steady job that pays enough A pretty good car that don't break down much I've got a two-tone hound dog wagging his tail Ed McMahon promising a million in the mail Ought to be en
We go in empty And come out full There is plenty When life seems cruel We push our lives From sale to sale We're housewives Waiting for our mail This is the church With a priest in every lane This is
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