She want me, I ain't want her, ooh She want me to be her boo You so silly, don't get it confused Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh Big bank, we gettin' paid over here Broke niggas, go stand over there Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there

If you won't let me (Ain't no way) Oh, it ain't no way It ain't no way for me to love you Ain't no way for me to love you Ain't no way for me to give you all you need If you won't let me give all of me I know that a woman's duty Is to help and love a man

Young nigga go, young nigga go Come here, girl Oh, you want me to touch you right there? Oh, like a little lamb, play in your hair Oh Oh you want it? Oh you want it right now Like that? I got you baby All on you baby Push it back on daddy Push it back on

True love, true love Love forever, true Duet with kiki dee Written by cole porter Available on the album duets Suntanned, windblown Honeymooners at last alone Feeling far above par

Oh, she's a little runaway Daddy's girl learned fast All those things he couldn't say Ooh, she's a little runaway No one heard a single word you said They should have seen it in your eyes On the street where you live girls talk about their social lives

This pain is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating Anticipating all the fucked up feelings again This shit's gone way too far All this time I've been waiting For what's inside awaking I'm not, I'm not a whore You've taken everything and Oh Oh I cannot

Though I never pray God reigns today Let's be, let's be love And if I never stand on another corner trying hard to be a father If I never need again I'll find that sleep again Oh, once you crawl in, you never come back again Oh, and once you crawl in,

If all the young men Oh Oh Sally, my dear It's you I'd be kissing She smiled and replied, "You don't know what you're missing" Were hares on the mountain How many young girls would take guns and go hunting? Were fish in the water How many young girls would

Oh! Mama, Mama look there! Your children are playing in that street again Don't you know what happened down there? A youth of fourteen got shot down there The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town The killing clowns, the blood money men Are shooting those

So whatever to keep me on (keep me on), keep me on your mind I do what I gotta do To be that one for you, oh, whoa I said I do what I gotta do Whatever to keep me on (keep me on), keep me on your mind I'll be that one for you, oh, whoa, yeah (oh, na, na,