26 lyrics for "We got sweat"
(Pull up on me) I been stressed out (yeah) I ain't feeling my best (no) All they want is my sex I got the best out (I got the best) I'll do some things you won't believe So many weaves, I done sweat out Think I might've found love one time Think I
PlayI can't eat and I can't sleep It's turning me every way but loose He said it sounds like love's got a hold on you No doubt love's got a hold on you Sounds like love's got a hold on you I said my hands are sweaty and my knees are weak I called my doctor
PlayBut all the ho shit still so smelly Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with
PlayYou could bet that Never gotta sweat that Even when the sky comes falling Even when the sun don't shine I got faith in you and I So put your pretty little hand in mine Even when we're down to the wire baby Even when it's do or die We could do it baby,
PlayBroken summer, broken summer To us, back to us Pulling on my sweatshirt, looking at your picture 'Cause that broken summer's hanging over me Drowning in the sunshine, and I spend a long time Thinking, girl, you got the best of me Hopping on a flight,
PlayYou nasty boy I got you breaking into a sweat Got you hot, bothered, and wet Nasty, naughty boy Oh baby, for all it's worth I swear I'll be the first to blow your mind Put your icing on my cake Come here, big boy Ah, mm, yeah
PlayAll I gotta do is play it cool And end the night with a kiss My hands are sweatin' heavy Something she's got got me feeling like this Hey, hey baby's on the way I ain't been doin to right Since I met her last night Some kinda burnin' breakfast Lost at
PlayYou lot, what? Don't stop, give it all you got The magnificent seven Don't stop, yeah You're frettin', you're sweatin' What have we got? Yeah, ooh Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M. Move yourself to go again Cold water in the face
PlayTo love again I'ma show you how, show you how, show you how Say my name, I wanna hear you call Hold me close, I wanna feel your heart I'm in a cold sweat and I want you bad Now you got me all in my head, like damn You love how you push me to the point of
PlayHand full of grams, other hand full of them bands Wear the Balmain like a Nike Tech I be ballin’ like Mike and them I got two TECs like I fight the ref Pussy boy know it’s on sight for him Came up on some bands Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants He did
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