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" Throwed "
Yeah, you know being from Virginia
Ha ha, I gotta go back to my roots
The whole go-go thing, DC, what's up? Ha ha
Virginia, y'all you know how we 'bout to do it
Ha, let's go, yes sir
Been sitting here for an hour talking
But we ain't saying nothing
I ain't even tripping, mama, that's cool (That's cool)
No better way to waste time than with you
Ain't that a trip 'cause usually I do my thing and I dip, oh
But she got me wanna stick around for the second show
Have her do her thang on the stage for me once more
And I'm like, oh
I can't wait for us to be alone, tell me
So tell me, tell me what you say, ma
We've been keeping it one hundred up to this far
So what you wanna do?
I'm tryna give it but I'm losing my cool for you
'Cause shorty got me thrown
Throwed off, lil' mama, she got me thrown, hey
Throwed off, lil' mama, she got me thrown, hey
Now I can't say all the things I wanna say
But that body is a problem for me
And I put shame on a man that walked away
But I'm glad he left you here for me, yeah
That's real 'cause usually I can't express how I feel, yeah
It's like I'm in my favorite scene on the movie screen
Diamond studded tee, crown holding my Spike Lee's
And I'm like, whoa-oh
I can't wait for us to be alone, tell me (Yeah, yeah)
So tell me, tell me what you say, ma (What you say?)
We've been keeping it one hundred up to this far (Oh, oh)
So what you wanna do?
I'm tryna give it but I'm losing my cool for you
(But you're taking it away, whoa, whoa)
'Cause shorty got me thrown
Throwed off, lil' mama, she got me thrown, hey (Yeah)
Throwed off, lil' mama, she got me thrown, hey (Ha, oh, hey!)
Girl, you got that knock (Knock), I hear it down the block (Block)
And if I get a chance, guaranteed I keep it hot
I gotta get you locked (Ho!), so, baby, pick your feet up (Hey)
Adjust my two-seater, holla if you hear me now
Girl, you got that knock (Knock), I hear it down the block (Oh)
And if I get a chance, guaranteed I keep it hot (Oh, yeah)
I gotta get you locked, so, baby, pick your feet up (Yeah)
Adjust my two-seater, holla if you hear me now
And I'm like, oh (Oh)
I can't wait for us to be alone, tell me
So tell me, tell me what you say, ma
We've been keeping it one hundred up to this far (Yes, we have, baby)
So what you wanna do? (Do)
I'm tryna give it but I'm losing my cool for you (I'm losing my cool for you)
'Cause shorty got me thrown
Throwed off, lil' mama, she got me thrown, hey
Throwed off, lil' mama, she got me thrown, hey (Whoa, whoa, oh)
Yes sir, ha ha, two up, two down
Holla at me, it's all about you
Ah, we out, let's go
Got me feeling like hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
" Paradise "
You don't love me like you used to (like you used to, like you used to)
You don't touch me like you used to (like you used to, like you used to)
Where did I go wrong? When did I lose focus?
When did you move on? It seems like I never noticed
I've been looking for love in all the wrong places (all the wrong places)
And I've been looking for you in other girl's faces, it's time that I face it (in other girl's faces)
I messed up with you
I played the game but I broke all the rules
I fell out of paradise
And now all I do is cry
It hurts when you fall out of paradise
It cuts me just like a knife
Got me all of out place and it don't feel right
Got lost in the sauce
And now I'm paying the price
I fell out of paradise
You giving all my love to a stranger, no, no
But you know that's not how it's 'posed to go
You changing on me, oh, when did your heart turn cold?
When did our love get old? (Old)
'Cause I've been looking for love in all the wrong places (ooh, babe)
And I've been looking for you in other girl's faces, it's time that I face it
I messed up with you
I played the game but I broke all the rules
I fell out of paradise (I fell out of paradise)
And now all I do is cry (and now all I do is cry)
It hurts when you fall out of paradise (fall out of paradise)
It cuts me just like a knife (it cuts me just like a knife)
Got me all of out place and it don't feel right (don't feel right)
Got lost in the sun
And now I'm paying the price
I fell out of paradise
Huh, yeah, we fell off, you moved on, I'm tryna play it off (yeah, yeah)
I send that text, you decline my message, press and ignore (oh)
Take you from Michael Kors to cameras recording you (oh)
Now I made you famous, couldn't stop it if I wanted to (yeah)
Damn, it's the honest truth, I need my bitch a hunnid proof (yeah, hey)
Forget about the past, girl, let's call a truce (yeah)
And I didn't wanna put no pain on you
I didn't want my heart to stain on you (yeah, yeah)
Falling out of paradise
And I feel like you're holding my all and outta sight
I fell out of paradise (oh)
And now all I do is cry, (cry)
It hurts when you fall out of paradise (fall, fall)
It cuts me just like a knife (ooh, oh)
Got me all of out place and it don't feel right (oh, whoa)
Got lost in the sun (hey)
And now I'm paying the price (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I fell out of paradise
" Private Dancer "
Yeah, I would like this dance, little mama
I thought you'd never ask, I got lot of cash
Especially more for ya, yeah
'Cause you the hottest thing up in this club
I can tell when you hit the stage, baby, you gettin' paid
Your booty is like a money magnet
You lookin' like Jessica Rabbit
Puttin' these other chicks in the casket, yeah
Here go a G stack, come sit on my lap
Now let me tell you what I'm here for (Ooh)
I'm looking to fill this position (Ooh)
And baby girl (Ooh), you fit the description, yeah
Private dancer, my private dancer
Said you gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up
'Cause you coming home with me tonight
My private dancer, my private dancer
You gon' be my private dancer
Just pack your things up
'Cause you coming home with me tonight
I can quadruple what you making
I'll make your job description so clear
You ain't got to worry 'bout your boss
I already paid him off, my dear
See I got a mansion in the Hamptons
And a club in the back, bartender and a chef
What else do you really need?
It's your show but anything goes
You ain't gotta worry, you can lose control
Here go a G stack, come sit on my lap (Ooh)
Now let me tell you what I'm here for (Ooh)
I'm looking to fill this position (Ooh, yeah)
And baby girl (Ooh), you fit the description, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Private dancer (Yeah), my private dancer (Yeah)
Said you gon' be my private dancer (Oh)
Just pack your things up
'Cause you coming home with me tonight (Oh)
My private dancer (Dancer), my private dancer (Yeah)
You gon' be my private dancer (Dancer)
Just pack your things up
'Cause you coming home with me tonight
(K-Mac)
I-I-I be, I be in the strip club with my hands up (Up)
Trickin' like I'm flippin', I be spendin' all my ends up (Up)
Even if I never leave my seat, she make me stand up
See that's why I could never move to Atlanta
A-A-All about her butt, you would think she came from Tampa
She stay on that new shit, no wonder why she payin' for it (Hahaha)
Get it? She gon', she gon' let me hit it
I can't wait 'til we alone 'cause I want your full attention
We can take this to my crib, got a stripper pole up in it (Private dancer)
G-G-Girl, you know I love it when you pop that shit for pimpin'
My private dancer (Yeah), you the realest
I'ma call you franchise (Why?) 'cause you can get the business (Ayy)
Private dancer, my private dancer
(I mean, all these broke niggas complainin' 'bout trickin')
Said you gon' be my private dancer
(But we got it, huh)
Just pack your things up
(I'm tryna give it to you)
'Cause you coming home with me tonight
(So shake it for me)
My private dancer, my private dancer
(So shake it for me, damn)
You gon' be my private dancer
(Who thought you how to do that?)
Just pack your things up
(Know you ain't get that from your momma)
'Cause you coming home with me tonight
Ow! Ha
Hahaha
" Shoes "
Shout out to La the Dark
Monday through Sunday, we rock different pairs
Feel me (Gangsta)
Gangsta Grillz, bastards
I got a problem, I got the answer now
No more singin' chicks I'm messin' with a dancer now
She got a stripper pole, know how to break it down
She went from nothin' to somethin', she tryna make it now
She's original, I boosted up her style
She got her downtown pierced just to make me smile
We was finna go, but she naked now
And she did it in front of an audience
Shawty got ass
Skinny lil' waist, I ain't stupid, can't let it go to waste
Man, damn, she got swag
Temperature's heat, picture perfect every scene
Any camera flash
Go and try to get her, but when you do, she say that I'm with her
They ain't got the last, I'm chasin' with the mask
Tell me who's meaner when I switch 'em like sneakers
And you know I never, never wear the same pair twice
I gotta keep 'em laced 'cause my tongue game nice
I rock 'em like you never do, chick game is phenomenal
Can't take nothin' from me 'cause I live that life
Never, never wear the same pair twice
I gotta keep 'em laced 'cause my tongue game nice
I rock 'em like you never do, chick game is phenomenal
Can't take nothin' from me 'cause I live that life
I can't get rid of her, can't understand it now
I got the fresh girl, nigga, you got the hand-me-down
You got the sloppy seconds, already dug it out
I did my Dougie, sat down and let her work it out
She got them cakes out, I call her Betty Crock
Mr. Flintstone, I can make her bed rock
When I was tryna go, she got naked now
And shawty took it off in a DeLorean
Shawty got ass
Skinny lil' waist, I ain't stupid, can't let it go to waste
Man, damn, she got swag
Temperature's heat, picture perfect every scene
Any camera flash
Go and try to get her, but when you do, she say that I'm with her
They ain't got the last, I'm chasin' with the mask
Tell me who's meaner when I switch 'em like sneakers
And you know I never, never wear the same pair twice
I gotta keep 'em laced 'cause my tongue game nice
I rock 'em like you never do, chick game is phenomenal
Can't take nothin' from me 'cause I live that life
Never, never wear the same pair twice
I gotta keep 'em laced 'cause my tongue game nice
I rock 'em like you never do, chick game is phenomenal
Can't take nothin' from me 'cause I live that life (Uh)
'Cause I treat them like shoes
Whether Jordan 13's or Jordan D-Wade's (Uh)
With every new pair, my old pair feel played (Yeah)
New Carmello's, new Chris Paul's (Uh)
Little do they know, I love all y'all (Yeah)
I treat 'em like pros, high top or lows (Uh)
Space Jam, Bugs Bunny, Jordan Retros (Yeah)
She bring it back, Barkley's, all black (Uh)
Or the red, white and grey Air Max (Yeah)
I like that, a closet full of sneakers (Uh)
Just like my black book full of freakers (Yeah)
La the Darkman, L.A. deep (Uh)
Only wear Nike or the Timberland shoes
I treat 'em like shoes, yeah, that's what I do
Nanny-nanny, boo-boo
I'm shittin' on you, I treat 'em all like shoes
Some rough and some smooth
Just like shoes
More than one that I use
She gotta dunk, alley-oop
Nikes like ooh
Treat 'em all like shoes, treat 'em all like shoes
Never, never wear the same pair twice
I gotta keep 'em laced 'cause my tongue game nice
I rock 'em like you never do, chick game is phenomenal
Can't take nothin' from me 'cause I live that life
Never, never wear the same pair twice
I gotta keep 'em laced 'cause my tongue game nice
I rock 'em like you never do, chick game is phenomenal
Can't take nothin' from me 'cause I live that life
" Burn My Name "
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (everything)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up (everything)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
[Ray J:]
I fucked around with the devil
Shirt feelin' like metal
Inhale that smoke
Then off to the next level
Hoes, I don't really care for
Real niggas, I ride for
My niggas that's locked up
Money on the books for your survival
Standin' next to the taco
Cocaine in the Tahoe
Blood niggas on beast mode
Crip niggas from East Coast
Ridin' round with the devil
On to the next level
Light that shit up
And burn that shit right to my soul
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
[Chris Brown:]
Light it up, light it up
I was the one that invited them
Fucked around and got bitches tipsy, yeah, them bottoms up (everything)
Yeah, I got too excited, bro
'Bout to start actin' funny on your ass
I reaper that G, all that Louis and Birkin
You wanted me to burn you, I did it on purpose
If it was your ass, get away with murder
Burnin' letters 'cause I'm writin' in cursive
Don't care if I'm right, nigga, fuck bein' perfect
In love with the Actavis, mixin' the Perc' (everything)
You know that I'm accurate, missin' a purpose
And I'ma look back on this shit 'cause you worth it
I'ma grow from my mistakes
I'ma grow from it and learn
The old me is all up and flyin'
Niggas smoke that OG, let it burn
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
[Bizzy Bone:]
Let it rain when I put 'em in a
When I put 'em in the game, when I murder them, mane
Got somebody that can put 'em in pain
When I sneak in the door, never heard 'em in pain
I'ma call you voodoo when I'm in that mood
And I murder insane
My name, written in blood all day
Yeah
I don't really wanna raise blaze
Don't pick up that vase, vase
She done wanted me to chase, chase
Every day that I wake and I bake and I shake that shit
Hate when I show all the fake that I see
When I break that rib, when I take that rib
And I make that rib, I don't think that take
Heard my name, take my pain
Take my brain, take my lane
They can name everything
I don't really wanna be a commodity
But it really don't bother me
'Cause honestly, no sign of me
My prodigy, is all I be
Uh, she's burning my name
[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Burn my name on my stone (burn my name)
Then make sure you fire it up (fire it up, yeah)
Burn that shit right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul (oh yeah)
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that shit right to my soul
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn