Are you telling me this is a sign? I'm not sure of what I see Cupid don't fuck with me! She's looking in my eyes, now I see no other guys Don't think about it, boy leave her alone Are you telling me this is a sign? (Oh!) She likes my tone, my cologne and

Thong, th-thong, thong, thong When you’ve got an ass like mine Sweet design Baby got back on my cockback Where's the men at? Someone’s gonna move a lot of heads What’s mine, sweet design Word travels fast “Thong Song,” I'ma bring it, part 2

Up on the hillside you can see the cross shine Out in the alley hear the hungry dog whine You and I, friend, sit waiting for a sign See how the sunset makes the lake look like wine Over the mountain I can hear myself called I want to come running but my

Toy-like people make me boy-like I sink myself in hair upon my lover I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my error You click a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways through the club

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey I clean up like hands and soap (Hands and soap) Get a mink, let it drag on the floor (Drag on the floor) It's a nine in the bag that I tote (Bag that I tote) Designer head to toe (Head to toe) I sip to the head and float (Head and

Step in my room 'cause I got a little something for you baby Yo, what's up baby? I don't see no sign on my door that says it's closed In my room and I know you're gonna like it baby Finally we're all alone so lock all the doors and unplug the phone I

I know what you're into I can make you go night, night Dancin' in the strobe lights With your eyes on me I don't need to know your sign Do you see somethin' you like? Into, I know what you're into When you come back in here, we gon' be like, ayy! Trust

Fascist architecture of my own design Too long been keeping my love confined You tore me out of myself alive Those fingers drawing out blood like sweat While the magnificent facades crumble and burn The billion facets of brilliant love The billion facets

It's a hell of a life You look like you'd be heaven for a night (for the night) Make me wanna die (it's a hell of a—) You look like money, money, dollar signs My ticket to the ride (it's a hell of a life) It's a hell of a life (ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo)

I pray to the Lord, my soul to take Before I wake My soul to take, my soul to take, my soul to take Like we always do at this time, Cole blowin' your mind Hey dummy, this no accident, all of this was designed Took my time, crept from behind And I opened