you like it's in the hat You can hold your men, you can hold your men, you can hold your men, you can Hold, hey Hit it Good god, kill it Hit me now
no wrong When I hold, baby in my arms I know I can do no wrong My love won't do you no harm Hit me, make me feel good Hit me, baby, hit me love Like
, and use you like a Sunday hat You can hold your man, you can hold your man You can hold your man, you can hold, hey Hit it Good God, get it Hit me
I want Feel so good Gimme, gimme my thing Gimme, gimme my thing Gimme, gimme my thing Baby, just gimme some more Squeeze me, hold me, roll me Make me, make me scream Make me
feast I don't wanna get philosophical go-to deep I have faith but I'm afraid to take the leap most of what I know I know holds me back instead of learning
Leave me alone I ain't fucking with nobody Keep fucking with me you gon' turn me back to booboo Had me casing out your crib tryna pop your fucking noodles
Is it a sign from the Lord that I shouldn't be Lost in the Player way sorta get old to me Got me on layaway, girl you gotta a hold on me I say I'm wrong
blood was on my mind I guess that stranger hadn't heard the news 'Cause I shot first and killed him, Lord, he didn't even draw And he made me trade the
shared the secrets of my soul Standing right beside me, Lord, in everything I done Bobby's body kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord
out of reach She ran ahead of me looking for the next surprise Our souls were wet, yes Lord From the incoming tide She stopped and turned and looked at me Lord
Go on and close the curtains Cause all we need is candlelight You and me and a bottle of wine Going to hold you tonight Well we know I'm going away And
my knees and pray Then I fell down on my knees And these are the words that I said "Save me save me save me, babe Save me save me save me, dear Whoa
Treat me wrong, treat me right Do me now, baby Tell me lies But oh, hold me tight An' save your goodbyes for the morning light Lord, I don?t wanna be
Hello Lord, it's me again I just wanna make to love the whole globe And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move Like smoke patterns, me on
With you And how I'd go to church on Easter Sunday With you Instead of y'all throwin' them stones at me Somebody pray for me Oh, I wish that I could hold
I'm gonna fight 'em off A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back And I'm talking to
flow Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me Homicide can't scare me I O-bide by the
over I cried, yeah Rain on me, Lord, won't you take this pain from me? I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe till you just rain on me Lord, won'