Cocaina, cocaina (Cocaina, cocaina) I don’t wanna serve my people You can call them birds, call them seagulls You can call the girl mamacita I do this shit for my familia Turn a half to a whole thing With cocaina you will make a name If you wanna make a

You turned off the alarms so they don't ring I don't know where we are in the grand scheme of things I just wanna be counting stars with you That you're the wisest funny one that I will ever, ever know You took all the lonely days and you made them sing

I'm just an R&B thug, babe Ooh, ooh, ooh Tryin' to get some ass, babe Do you wanna thug, babe? Lookin' for some love, babe Do you wanna date, babe? Aah, aah, aah Keep on jumpin' like an Impala You slidin' that sexy ass down the pole like what

Come on it's simple enough A little kiss and a hug I wanna be loved, wanna be loved I wanna be loved They wanna be loved They wanna be loved, wanna be loved Don't you wanna be loved You wanna be loved, wanna be loved You wanna be loved

Like a gust of wind But I didn't know You push me back every once in a while You remind me there's someone up there Who ushers in The air I need to power my sail When I open the window I wanna hug you 'Cause you remind me of the air

Met her in the club All the ballers showing love Can you party with a thug I'm just trying to show you love VIP we got it packed This is where the party at You're the one I wanna know So tell me how it's supposed to go I used to love 'em, leave 'em

Shawty wanna' thug, bottles in the club Shawty wanna' hump, you know I'd like to touch ya lovely lady lumps C-Call me, s-so I can get it juicy for ya Call me, so I can make it juicy for ya C-Call me, s-so I can make it juicy for ya Ow, uh huh no homo

Hug me (bring it in) I think they wanna take a picture Would ya loosen up? Would ya Hug me? (bring it in) Oh would ya, would ya Why do you insist on trying to give me away When they were too good and you wanted to shake them, who came? I was your dirty

Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell

I wanna be the reason you smile Yeah, this something special ya know, something epic Lloyd Banks, you know Cause a nigga thugging don't mean he don't Don't wanna see you smile baby After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes I'm getting the feeling