Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love You'll understand what I mean when I say There's no way we're gonna give up And like a little girl cries in the face of a

Girl you know that I'll do anything To know a little more than just your name Only thing I know is you're too fine And I would like to leave with you tonight You gon' call me papi I'll make your body happy Every time that you call me What's your name,

Spend a little bit A little bit of time with you Hey there pretty brown eyes Whatcha doing later tonight? Would you mind if I spend time with you? I like this right here This girl she came 'round the corner Looking like a model

Pretty little face, get a little high Mother of the Earth, she made you and I And there goes, a black girl, lost A young wild beautiful love child You like them thug style link rockin, then mink coppin Hit you on the sink a hundred dollar drink poppin

Still drives me crazy Girl you know you're beautiful I used to tell you all the time Something like a miracle And it feels like a little too much Maybe I don't say it enough But when you let your hair down it That I get to call you mine

Turn it up a little bit louder Turn it up I love this song Come on girl the world is ours Let's do something right or wrong Let's go live it Ain't no time for wasting time Days like these they go by way too fast Yeah, days like these you wanna make them

Baby don't go, ah Baby don't go Body language she's a poet That she doesn't even know it Girl you keep them like ooh ooh Shawty so incredible Little mama understands The way you do the things you do Nobody else can

She's my little whiskey Girl No Cuervo Gold Margaritas Just ain't enough good burn in Tequila she needs Somethin' with a little more edge and a little more plain My Ragged-on-the-edges girl Ah, but I like 'em rough She ain't into wine and roses Don't my

Why don't you You could be anything Why don't you be with me Like your daddy told you when you were a little girl Your momma brought you up in a women's world Why don't you be my drink, be my song, be my bed, be my car, be my photograph Be my day, be my

She's my little whiskey Girl No Cuervo Gold Margaritas Just ain't enough good burn in Tequila she needs Somethin' with a little more edge and a little more plain My Ragged-on-the-edges girl Ah, but I like 'em rough She ain't into wine and roses Don't my