100 lyrics for "He got me up"

When you gonna give it up to me So back it up deh, so pack it up yeah Cause I wanna be the man that's really gonna have it up And mack it up andslap it up yeah So what is up yeah you know you got the sinting I Nna me pants a develop and a swell up and
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I don’t mind sentimental girls at times Miss don’t walk away, walk away With the kisses unclean as the words that you say My motivation is going to soon, good vibrations all over you, Act like you mean it, you mean it, You gotta story you never tell,
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We up in this bitch now We up in this bitch, oh Got the club feeling like a safe house We up in this bitch Shawty got a booty, let it hang out (hang out) Ain't no turnin' down, let it bang out (bang out) We ain't going home, we wanna hang out All this
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You ain't gotta wait up, I ain't 'boutta save ya I'ma just be honest, I won't see you later I'ma keep it pushin', you should keep it pushin' We both know what's up, aye We were too young, not ready I was wide eyed, I loved heavy You, made me think
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Sumthin' for nuthin' Foolish bride call me up, beg to scratch her itch Rich old man got the needle, slipped and dropped a stitch Name the time, name the price leave you door unlocked I'll bring a toy guaranteed to put the spring in your shock Gigolo
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I'm only one call away I'll be there to save the day Superman got nothing on me No matter where you go You know you're not alone Call me, baby, if you need a friend I just wanna give you love Come on, come on, come on Reaching out to you, so take a chance
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I'm above average I got so much beef, I could barely sleep Paranoia got me losin' all my Z's, all day Good lord, momma prayin' on her knees, all day If you still frontin' when I up it, I'mma squeeze Bad company's bad for your company People think you're
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There I was, now here I am I got off track, I made mistakes Back slid my way into that place where souls get lost Lines get crossed And the pain won't go away I hit my knees, now here I stand I came up out of the water Raise my hands up to the father
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In rack city counting up a four I was trapping, getting it by my 'lone Nobody loves me but me No more, no more, no more, no more 14, 14, 14, babe yeah Rocket got them pints for the low Chris got the rocket, he gon' blow Murder what she wrote
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