Set it off, boy, make me hot all over my body Break it off, boy, this has got me feeling naughty Break it off tonight (Break it off, take it off, no miss take it off) I wanna know, boy, if I can be your shorty (yo, yo) Let me know, boy, if I can be your

(I can take you higher) It's not that I can't stop, it's that I won't stop I'll make it hot (I do it) I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop I'll make the whole club rock (I do it) Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo' - You ain't know? It's

Baby sweet baby Here I am I'm knowing Won't you please Come on back home to me I've been so lonely These few days feel like A hundred years How you make me worry baby How you make me worry about you

I know you had the time of your life I'll be countin' this shit all night Let's make a sex tape and put it on Netflix You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty See yeah I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty Yeah, uh-huh I smoked a

It's too late, she's gone. She's gone, yes she's gone. And I wonder does she know When she left me, it hurt me so. I need your love babe, please don't make me wait. Tell me it's not too late. It's too late, my baby's gone. Wish I had told her she was my

I'm back in the USSR Back in the USSR You don't know how lucky you are, boy Back in the US Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the west behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my

Two weeks ago for the Christmas formal For the Christmas formal That's a fuckin' sacrament Just so, you know 'Cause the Christmas formal last year was so funny I thought well, maybe I didn't like mescaline before but I had such a good time It was just so

All my people right here, right now D'you know what I mean? Yeah, yeah They know what I mean yeah, yeah I met my maker I made him cry And on my shoulder he asked me why His people won't fly through the storm I said, "Listen up man, they don't even know

But everyone you know, is tryna smooth it over, Find a way to make the hurt go away, I'm never gonna watch you checkin' out of this place I'm not gonna lose you 'Cause the passion and the pain Are gonna keep you alive someday Everyone you know, is tryna

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all