I am no angel I like it when you do that stuff to me I am no angel I like it when you talk, talk dirty when you talk, talk Dirty talk Kitten heels,
(C'mon y'all, c'mon y'all, c'mon y'all) Put yo' hands up Miley, Miley, Miley, Miley (C'mon y'all, c'mon y'all, c'mon y'all) Everybody put yo' hands up
Vibin' to the music, this is how we do it all night Breezin' down the freeway just me and my baby in our ride Just me and my boss, no worries at all Listening
Missin' Yearnin' Tossin' Turnin' Fiendin' For her STILL Waitin' Shakin' Hatin' Havin' Flashbacks Askin' Why me Blindly Walkin' Hopin' Prayin' That she
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh This is mattress music Hey, yeah Oh, la, la, la, na, na, na Now I'mma give it to you, baby, just the way you like it, aye And I can
Everybody put your hands up! I'm gonna pull on my dancing shoes And find a crazy outfit 'cause tonight it's all about you I can't wait till I show you
Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind And to lie to you rather than hurt you? Well, I'll confess all of of my sins After several large gins But still
[Drake Chrous] Wouldve came back for you , I just needed time, to do what I had to do caught in the life, I cant let it go whether thats right I will
Yo, what's up girl? Ain't gotta ask it I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon' stress you but I
When you're swallowing all your pride Do you need somewhere a place to hide A smile from your face Where the light comes shining through All its strength
(Muevelo) (Subelo) Tico era un Boricua de Manhattan Cantaba en el subway Con su beat box y su electric guitar Por las noches era DJ Se paraban en las
Shout out to my enemies, shout out my competitors Shout out to my mini-me's, I hope you do better, brah Better me, better you, etcetera, etcetera Shout
Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em But who am I to talk? I aint shittin' roses We in in the same picture but we all got different poses I'm looking
everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em but who am i to talk? i aint shittin' roses we in in the same picture but we all got different poses i'm looking
Headlights, a hundred cars Behind somebody's daddy's barn Batteries draining blasting those radios Another long lost summer night Out past some no trespassing
What? Everybody over there What? Do you want that funky soul, yo? Come on, hit it They don't want music, they don't know how to use it All they want,
Put a little swag in your sex Swag Swag in your sex And that's how you keep her from becoming your ex Put a little swag in your sex Swag Swag in your
