Busta Rhymes lyrics
Busta Rhymes lyrics
"Ass On Your Shoulders lyrics"
Control lyrics
Break me, Lord. I've taken control. I don't know how to get up from this fall. Fill my head with comfort instead and resolute mistakes past made. Help me take this day by day. Take what is yours. Make it your own. Show my way home. Your will not mine. I know if I surrender control. Help me, Lord.
Break me, Lord. I've taken control. I don't know how to get up from this fall. Fill my head with comfort instead and resolute mistakes past made. Help me take this day by day. Take what is yours. Make it your own. Show my way home. Your will not mine. I know if I surrender control. Help me, Lord.
[People talking]
[Hook: Kokane]
Likes to go, eventual
Lead you home, come inside
Why you got your ass on your shoulders
Now, tryin' to spit at a bitch
I lead inside
Why you got your ass on your shoulders
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah bitch put on an outfit, dazzle ya hair
Come in the club fit to take you home and frazzle the hair
Bitch understand I must have got a handle in here
Why you open up ya ass and let me travel in there
Create a scandal in there
Don't talk, let me pull it out to add another angle in there
Let me ride the back of yo ass like a camel in there
Pussy hot
Pseudo lyrics
All our lives growing up, we are taught to respect the laws of life:Honor they mother and father.Listen politely when others talk.Be prompt.Never disrespect your elders.Never lie.Put forth your best effort.Don't smoke or take drugs.Sex at an early age is wrong as well.The moral values sound c
like she lit a fuckin' candle in thereAll our lives growing up, we are taught to respect the laws of life:Honor they mother and father.Listen politely when others talk.Be prompt.Never disrespect your elders.Never lie.Put forth your best effort.Don't smoke or take drugs.Sex at an early age is wrong as well.The moral values sound c
Remember I was tryin' to get my drink in the slot
And you was same girl actin' all stinkin' the spot
It was funny how I thought I wasted breath on the broad
A friend couldn't find her cause shorty left with the God
And then I took her back to the crib, you can figure it out
I'm diggin' it out with the dick in her mouth
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
And swingin' about until I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...
[Hook: Kokane]
[Busta Rhymes]
I'm sayin' she fuck a nigga like she want the God to lay in a hearse
Makin' me curse, hope you rela
Fast Cars lyrics
Fast cars, Fast women, Speed bikes with the nitro in them, Dangerous when driven, Those are the type that I be feeling [x2] Sitting there while I observe, I like your lines I love your curves, Checking out your bodywork, How can I get with her, Your the one that I want, Do anything to
te to my verseFast cars, Fast women, Speed bikes with the nitro in them, Dangerous when driven, Those are the type that I be feeling [x2] Sitting there while I observe, I like your lines I love your curves, Checking out your bodywork, How can I get with her, Your the one that I want, Do anything to
And what be makin' it worse
That they be the same bitches frontin' like they wasn't with it at first
Actin' too good for niggas with your ass on your shoulders
But now you'll be fuckin' a nigga till he fall in a coma
I remember how you acted in the front of ya friends
As I remember now you give me head in front of my Benz
So now I'm smackin' it up, while you backin' it up
With a car load of bitches now I'm packin' it up
Now ya whole crew comin' and we whackin' em' up
Let me beat the pussy till I start blackin' it up
Got bitches diggin' in my back scratchin' it up
Got em' screamin' shatterin' glass crackin'
Avant Tout A lyrics
Avant tout ?a j'entends un signal inconnu Comme si mon c?ur Soudain ne battait plus L'urgence est lourde Trop lourde dans la nuit Mon ?me s'est brouill?e sans raison On m'a cass?e ? force d'illusions Je suis partie Trop loin de la maison L? o? les rideaux sont tir?s L? o? la vie s'est arr?t?e L? o? j'?tai
it upAvant tout ?a j'entends un signal inconnu Comme si mon c?ur Soudain ne battait plus L'urgence est lourde Trop lourde dans la nuit Mon ?me s'est brouill?e sans raison On m'a cass?e ? force d'illusions Je suis partie Trop loin de la maison L? o? les rideaux sont tir?s L? o? la vie s'est arr?t?e L? o? j'?tai
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...
[Hook: Kokane]
[Busta Rhymes]
Sayin' in ya crib gettin' ya shit right sprayin' yourself
With perfume that mean the dude start playin' yourself
Ya too fly to let ya friends know ya lovin' a nigga
So instead ya front like you ain't really fuckin' a nigga
But still I really love to sit on my dough
And there's nothin' I love when ya keep ya shit on the low
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...