Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tell Me What U Want, artist - Terror Squad. Album song Terror Squad, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.09.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhino Atlantic
Song language: English
Tell Me What U Want |
If you want it in the morning and you need it in the |
Night |
I’m a give it to you baby |
I’m a give it to you right |
Would you do whatever I want? |
Would you give me all that I need? |
Ugh yo yo |
Don’t need to tell me about your love life |
I can see it in your eyes you like the thug type, His & Her bikes |
Diamonds in the rough? |
Right! |
Love the crushed ice? |
Love to puff la? |
Love to get fucked? |
Right! |
It’s the Don with the S-Class, all aboard! |
With thebest ass |
Known to make the sex last |
Only rep that, bet ya can’t sit |
Joey Head Crack, keep you dancin', shit be hectic |
Start the party in the limo, Bacardi con Limon |
That’s what’s on, girl, shake your body, c’mon |
Forget your friends, you can trust this |
I know you heard how we run tris, but I want one chic |
Don thick with the big hips, Joe will have a hoe |
Screaming «Fat niggas got big dicks!» |
So lick your lips if you’re feeling me, I’m right in |
Front of Trinity |
The way you work that thong, girl you’re killin' me |
Yeah |
Me? |
I love the way you work it now |
Pumping your bottom up and down like somebody played |
You and now you tryin' to hurt them back |
Whatever it is that you really need, you can get it |
If it’s me you can hit, if it’s weed it’s already litted |
We can leave in a minute, hop in the drop top 3 if you wit it |
Watch TV in it, feel the breeze |
And get lifted on our way to the Four Seasons |
Here’s a sweet that I rented; |
I’m a get deeper in it |
Than he’s been in it |
Bangin' like a chief’s up in it |
Fuck your punnony; |
butterfly on top of my body |
I’m a suck that tootsie roll |
'til the cops gotta come and find me |
That’s word life, mommy, I break you off like |
Commission, through all the positions |
Show you shit you always thought you was missing |
Go and walk like a stallion, yelling «Fuck!» |
like Italians |
Beat it from the back, with your butt hitting my trunk, gold medallion |
I’m puttin' in work, so now you gotta trade your pussy in it |
If Armageaddon heard it, let it rest 'til it’s new again |
Dame un beso, en el pecho, y quitate pantalon |
Let me freak your body, mommy, with my cancion |
I got a spot at the Ramada, asta manana |
Dame un beso en el quello y quitate pantalon |
Let me freak your body, mommy, with my cancion |
I got a spot at the Ramada, I make ya holla, holla |
I make ya holla, holla, you’re the best dada |
I’m that dog with the collar, your father told you not to bother |
Make it hotter than lava when I climb up in the cama |
Llama me when you want and come satisfy your gana |
I’m a smooth criminal, type of dude that’s sneaking |
Through your window while your husband slump, sleeping |
In the living room, getting you best, get on that ass |
Doing back flips, arial tactics that’ll have you |
Yelling that’s it, then pass it to Joey Gauge |
They both know me already, from the show to the telly |
Are you ready like R. Kelly? |
Just belly to belly dancing, have you cats steadily |
Telling me I’m handsome |
It’s hard to keep my pants on, the last don; |
I last |
Long like sad songs, mad strong |
Known for breaking hearts and back bones, act grown |
Cause ain’t no chaperones in sight |
It’s no price, I’m a give you what you want tonight |