100 lyrics for "I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya"
How long will it take to break you off? If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready uh Baby, let me give you a call. If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready Is this Tupac? What's ya phone number Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's
PlayHow bout it baby (Let me show you what's up, Show you backwoods crazy) Yeah you make me (wanna take you for a ride And then just maybe) We can sip on the wine Rock and Roll all night Get ya off deep in these Florida pines
PlayWhat is it about my smile that makes you lie to my face? You petty, petty bitch, (Huh, petty) Calculate (All of it) Trackin' (All of it) All of this (Bullshit) Worthless shit, you packaged up Don't stop my shit, (All of it, all of it, all) Bitch, now you
PlayJust so that we can make up Just so that we can make up (oh) I'll keep making the same mistakes, yeah I'm feeling like this is the opposite of love But we know opposites attract I want ya, bad It's so dysfunctional between the two of us You tell me
PlayEver since we met, I only shoot up with your perfume. It's the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do. I've got just one regret to live through. Pleased to please ya Haunting me forever from the start. It's never silent. And that one regret is
Play(Ooh, make me bad and I don't know) But that's what I like about ya (Ooh) That's what I like about ya (Ooh) Yeah, that's what I like about ya Yeah, that's what I like about ya I tried to fight against it, shut out what all my friends said I keep letting
PlayI'm mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean) I get the money you heard (huh) I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch) I might pop a Perc, I might make it work (huh) I need a Fanta got syrup Young nigga hop out the vert (woah) Yah, yah, huh Yah, yah,
PlayYou all know when we pullin' off the lot Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot Strapped with the glock, won't pull it out a lot But front, I'll make it pop Y'all don't do it how we do Niggas
PlayRain is a good thing Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey Back roads are boggin' up, my buddies pile up in my truck We hunt our hunnies down, we take 'em into town Start washin' all our worries down the drain Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky My
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