| If you want it in the morning and you need it in the
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| Night
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| I’m a give it to you baby
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| I’m a give it to you right
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| Would you do whatever I want?
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| Would you give me all that I need?
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| Ugh yo yo
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| Don’t need to tell me about your love life
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| I can see it in your eyes you like the thug type, His & Her bikes
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| Diamonds in the rough? |
| Right!
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| Love the crushed ice? |
| Love to puff la? |
| Love to get fucked? |
| Right!
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| It’s the Don with the S-Class, all aboard! |
| With thebest ass
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| Known to make the sex last
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| Only rep that, bet ya can’t sit
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| Joey Head Crack, keep you dancin', shit be hectic
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| Start the party in the limo, Bacardi con Limon
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| That’s what’s on, girl, shake your body, c’mon
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| Forget your friends, you can trust this
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| I know you heard how we run tris, but I want one chic
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| Don thick with the big hips, Joe will have a hoe
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| Screaming «Fat niggas got big dicks!»
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| So lick your lips if you’re feeling me, I’m right in
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| Front of Trinity
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| The way you work that thong, girl you’re killin' me
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| Yeah
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| Me? |
| I love the way you work it now
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| Pumping your bottom up and down like somebody played
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| You and now you tryin' to hurt them back
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| Whatever it is that you really need, you can get it
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| If it’s me you can hit, if it’s weed it’s already litted
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| We can leave in a minute, hop in the drop top 3 if you wit it
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| Watch TV in it, feel the breeze
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| And get lifted on our way to the Four Seasons
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| Here’s a sweet that I rented; |
| I’m a get deeper in it
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| Than he’s been in it
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| Bangin' like a chief’s up in it
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| Fuck your punnony; |
| butterfly on top of my body
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| I’m a suck that tootsie roll
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| 'til the cops gotta come and find me
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| That’s word life, mommy, I break you off like
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| Commission, through all the positions
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| Show you shit you always thought you was missing
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| Go and walk like a stallion, yelling «Fuck!» |
| like Italians
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| Beat it from the back, with your butt hitting my trunk, gold medallion
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| I’m puttin' in work, so now you gotta trade your pussy in it
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| If Armageaddon heard it, let it rest 'til it’s new again
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| Dame un beso, en el pecho, y quitate pantalon
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| Let me freak your body, mommy, with my cancion
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| I got a spot at the Ramada, asta manana
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| Dame un beso en el quello y quitate pantalon
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| Let me freak your body, mommy, with my cancion
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| I got a spot at the Ramada, I make ya holla, holla
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| I make ya holla, holla, you’re the best dada
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| I’m that dog with the collar, your father told you not to bother
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| Make it hotter than lava when I climb up in the cama
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| Llama me when you want and come satisfy your gana
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| I’m a smooth criminal, type of dude that’s sneaking
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| Through your window while your husband slump, sleeping
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| In the living room, getting you best, get on that ass
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| Doing back flips, arial tactics that’ll have you
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| Yelling that’s it, then pass it to Joey Gauge
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| They both know me already, from the show to the telly
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| Are you ready like R. Kelly?
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| Just belly to belly dancing, have you cats steadily
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| Telling me I’m handsome
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| It’s hard to keep my pants on, the last don; |
| I last
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| Long like sad songs, mad strong
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| Known for breaking hearts and back bones, act grown
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| Cause ain’t no chaperones in sight
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| It’s no price, I’m a give you what you want tonight |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tell Me What U Want , by - Terror Squad. Song from the album Terror Squad, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп