Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl girl named Corinne Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the

Then whine up my waist and park the pum pum Which of them girls gonna park the pum pum I'mma whine up they waist, I'ma part the pum pum Queens dem girls gonna park the pum pum Trini dem girls gonna park the pum pum Jamaica dem girls gonna park the pum

Yes, I love the way they're makin' moves And I love the way they make their move All the boys hangin' out down in the parking lot The night riders giving all they've got While the girls look so good at looking bad Out strutting dressed in the latest fad

My world, rhyme vicious White girl girl, team full of bad bitches Cotton candy, laced in gold Stack that money, sushi roll Bottles up, feeling throw'd V.I.P it, overload George tell em next, half a mill Ugh, hands in the air This is for the bitches getting

Are you ready I'm coming up with all my girls Good times rule, so no curfew Let your hair down Are you, yeah We're gonna party like there's never a worry 'cause Tonight you get to be a superstar We're showing off our moves, the breeze so cool (yeah)

You got me so hypnotized The way your body rollin' round and round That booty keep bumping, titties just bouncin' up and down Now do it some more (just like that) Just do it some more (yes just like that) Girl do it some more (now shake that ass, make a

This song's for you There's a million pretty girls all over Come on, on, eh, eh, eh What I gotta do to get you into my life? I could be your bad boy or baby I could be nice I would give you all the stars If you give me the night Been all around the world And

The city don't forgive, no Sipping our love All you need to know, baby girl girl, I'm drunk Tell me how you mixing, what you pouring in my cup? Tell me if you came to party Tell me or you got somebody The city don't forget nobody Only one minute to midnight

Hey I'm just lookin' for a good time How 'bout baby We make a promise To not promise anything more than one night Complicated situations Only get worse in the morning light Girl Girl you're beautiful You're 'bout near perfect But I bet somebody's already told

Hey, little rich girl girl where did you go go wrong? You left for London, when you were nineteen I bought you a fur coat when you were fifteen You wore it to the disco, where everyone was in jeans But you were just a rich girl girl, and only having fun Your worn out