Camouflage lyrics

Camouflage lyrics

"Fuck Friends lyrics"

Ain't No Limit lyrics
Wuz up yall, wuz up soldiers? This M-P, The Colonel. We ain't no rookies at makin records Mystikal, Silkk Together, Oh yeah. It's time to pass out the stripes Hah Bra I told you there wasn't no limit I told ya like I told him Like I mean what I say what I say is what I mean I talk mo shit than Muhammed Ali In a situation about makin my gree
[Camoflauge]
Saay there look here lil momma come here, what yo name is

[girl] I got a man!

[Camoflauge]
you got a man
oh yo name you got a man
well look here I'm Camoflauge (oh yeah)
shit I - I ain't tryin to be your man I just wanna be your friend

[girl] oh really

[Camoflauge]
Saay there lil momma what your name n shit
I'ma get strait to the point I ain't with no gangs n shit
I wanna be your friend, you gots a baby in the pen
Hit a nigga up, I'll come through on ya and slide in
Oh you gotta man, well thats cool I ain't tryin to be that
Fuck friends you never been wit me and you can be that
I ain't kissin and tellin like kelly baby we can keep it on the down low
You down for what I'm down fo, late night creepin
Yo nigga won't 
Garbageman lyrics
you ain't no punk, you punk. you wanna talk about the real junk? if i ever slip, i'll be banned 'cause i'm your garbageman. well you can't dig me you can't dig nothin'. do you want the real thing, or are you just talkin'? do you understand? i'm your garbageman. yeah, somethin' from the garage and down the driveway. now get outta your mind and get outta my way. now do you unders
even suspect you cheatin And if I see you on the streets I ain't lookin or speakin But when we meetin we freakin and thats fo sho oh And we can keep it on the low, ain't nobody gots to know Tell yo nigga that your going out with ya homegirls Cause tonight me and you gon get off in our own world Get a suite, blow on a sweet, tear up the sheets And if you want to we can do this shit again next week [Chorus: repeat 4X] Lets be fuck friends you and I la da da on the low creepin cheatin (la ra ra ra ra da) can we play tonight (i wanna know) [Camoflauge] Miss hot lil momma whats happenin Ain't you camo- yeah I be rappin How bout you forget all that yappin and put your number on the napkin and let me call you Ecstasy swisher sweet alcohol ya and if the head right, th
Cut The Cord lyrics
One crazy less than life Ready made and easily broken Much smaller than my eyes Barely open, hardly chosen So much mine Not long and I will have you go The hazy less than light Stretched apart in broken solder What's mine and mine all right Bucking up and passing over How far gone So far beyond a-all that I own Hold on alone I cut the cord One day some
e pussy tight baby I'll sprawl you [girl] oh I gotta man [Camoflauge] thats cool I see his name tattooed on your titty here go my beeper number just hit me and we can roll out, get drove out, get a mo-out 204 real low, nobody gotta know Park your Honda in WalMart parking lot in front of the store Jump in wit me hit the highway to the room we go Oh no I need to get a box of rubbers so I can get the throat then jump in the covers Shower up and drop you off so you can get wit yo lover Call me up later baby girl when your ready to fuck a-gain Hit the weed smash off in the wind Hey lil momma lets play [Chorus] [Camoflauge] Baby girl can we kick it, I'm sorry if I'm too explicit Visions of you with out no clothes on got me dizzy I like yo size, the look in yo eye
New No.1 lyrics
You, yeah, you always haul my ball and chain rightTo there, the place where I get lost inside ofYou, yeah, I see your face and hear your voice rightThrough that which seems so hopeless and confusingSometimes I try too hard to separate theGood times from sadness that we've had togetherBalancing, I need to keep it all in some perspectiveCalm me
s that thing between yo thighs, can I push inside? Do you wanna roll wit me, hit a optimo wit me Freak from the bed to the floor wit me but no hickies, fuck yo man you wit a player tonight we gon pop a couple of bottles just to make shit right and after that I'ma try to break ya back, hit ya from the back Make you feel it in your stomach ask you how you love that Me and you ducked off, gettin our nuts off Cut off your cellular phone girl lets get lost [Chorus] - repeat 8X [girl] la ra ra la ra ra ra ra da la ra ra la ra ra ra ra da la ra ra la ra ra ra ra da la ra ra la ra ra ra ra da da ra la ra ra ra ra da da ra la ra ra ra ra da la ra ra la ra ra la ra ra la ra ra ra ra ra ra da fuck friend (uh uh yeah) fuck friends fuck friends fuck friends