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1. _ Purple Kisses
[Intro: female]
Come here
So, which one of these do you like
This lip petal by Bobbi Brown and
Hold on
This is Veneer by M-A-C
Which one do you like best?
[Male:]
You know, you look good when your makeup ain't on right
But, when you put on that lipstick
Shawty
You leave it everywhere
That's what I'm talkin' bout
[Verse 1:]
Put on that baby tee baby tee, baby please oh no
I'm gonna break you off tonight
Girl you be lancing me, lancing me with that ooh no
Baby, leave them lip prints on me tonight
Lay on your back and let your eyes find a star
You be my Venus, love is Jupiter, I'm your mars
We gonna turn this bedroom into the sun
We takin' flight
Oh baby
Got your hair did
I'm about to mess that shit up
My gun on fire, it's about to stick up
Mmm gettin' hit up tonight, yeah
Hold me hold me hold me
[Hook:]
I love it when you put them pretty lips on me
Purple kisses purple kisses
She kiss me from my head down to my feet
Purple kisses purple kisses
She got that M-A-C on her lips when she doing it to me
Purple kisses purple kisses
When she ready to go, I never let her leave
Purple kisses purple kisses I love the way she kisses on me on me on me on me
The way she kisses on me on me on me on me shawty she kiss on me on me on me
You should see how she kiss on me
[Verse 2:]
You got my ex shawty hatin' on my oh no
Cause you do it just how I like
And everywhere I go, them niggas wanna fight the boy
Cause she on it like a kid on a bike
Uh oh oh oh oh
Shawty so tight uh oh oh oh oh
Shawty kept them lips lookin' right for me
That M-A-C on for me
That lip gloss foe me
[Hook:]
[Verse 3:]
Now there goes my doorbell
And I'm happy she's here
But I gotta wait a minute
And there's a number two
And even though shawty the shit
I can't let her know she's winning
I'm racin' down the stairs
I open the door she's right there
And she's like "how you like my hair? "
I'm like "that bob looks fly but them lips, oh my"
Can't wait til you plant that kiss on me, on me, on me, on me,
Kiss on me, on me, on me, on me
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2. _ Hit the Road
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3. _ Take To Home To Mama
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4. _ Digital Girl [MJ Remix]
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5. _ Playin' With Her Hair
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6. _ Rockin' That Shit [Rmx]
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7. _ What's Wrong With U
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8. _ Walking On the Moon
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9. _ Throw It In a Bag
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10. _ Shawty is Da Shit
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11. _ I Luv Your Girl
Mm mm
The American Dream
And you know what I mean
Radio Killa,
Should beat the track up like Gorrilla
Yeah We be up club, I see her do her thing,
I might wanna' rap, but she'll make you sing,
I was on her, she was on him,
She all up on ma thing, put the thing on her hip
She ATL papa, don't know how to act,
She left for one song, and came right back,
Grindin' on me, (The best tonight?)
Her man started muggin', he could see it in my eyes,
[Chorus]
Lil' mama so hood, (I love your girl)
Lil' mama stay fly (I love your girl)
Wife beater with the denim (I love your girl)
She keeps them heels on high, (I love your girl)
Man look at shorty roll, (I love your girl)
Man, look at shorty go, (I love your girl)
(I'm sorry I gotta be up on your wild girlfriend?)
[Bridge]
And she runnin' Fingers through her hair,
tryin ta call her over there but she like, Fuck! That nigga!
She drop it down to the floor, I'm sayin shorty you should go, and she like Fuck! That nigga!
Call it in B, I want her on me, all up in my head, now she in my bed,
I, IIIIII, III
Me and lil shorty in the back, Talkin' bout dis diss, talkin' bout dat dat,
Got her on patron?, she actin' all bad,
Girl chose me, Don't be mad.
Kelly told y'all don't bring 'em in the club,
The way she rock that, got the boy in love,
And I pray that y'all ain't serious, cause seriously shes on my dick.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
The American Dream,
Usually, You won't see me hate,
On another dude,
Ma got me up and get willin to separate you
From ya boo,
But she on me, and I'm on her,
We walkin' out the club, shawty what's up,
Mm I want her in the worst way, plus I just found out that it's her birthday
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Part of me feels so bad, but oh! Not that bad.
Situation got you mad, I would be too, cause damn she bad.
Damn she bad, bad, bad, bad,
Damn she bad, bad, bad, bad
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12. _ Download [Remix]
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13. _ Ditch That
After we leave Be all you need
All those Victoria Secrets let me see
Watch your feet never mind baby you owe me
For them drinks at the bar and for smoking this weed
[bridge:]
He ain't like me
I can make your days and nights look like fantasies
He ain't got nothing on me
My garage looks like the Dupont registry
I'm so suburb Shorty what's the word
If you looking for love (love, love) I'll give you what you deserve
[hook:]
Stay your ass to the crib and ditch that
You try to fuck are you still playing ditch that nigga
You need a grown ass man girl ditch that nigga
You understand what I'm saying girl ditch that nigga
(I'm got them out on the floor like ditch that nigga) [x4]
(I got them up in the club ditch that nigga) [x4]
See she got needs She laid up in my roll
She got your text when you wanna get it she said not yet
After the finally She got you on the phone
Said that she wasn't coming home then she downloaded my ring tone
[Bridge]
[Hook]
Got what you want grab what you need
Have another drink I'm taking her with me
Enter the phantom proceed the creep
Exit the phantom up in them sheets
Grab my neck squeeze my hands
Touch your twins squeeze your ass
Not to slow not to fast
DJ run this motherfucker back
[Hook]
[Girl:]
Hold on give me a second
You got at least let him drop me off
Baby you know when I see you
Now I got what she want and she see what she want in me
And I ain't here to beef (even though you fighting) Let I be she's coming with me
I got them up in the club
She's leaving with me
I got them up in the club
She's coming with me
I got them up in the club
She's leaving with me
Know you got a little money
In the club toppin' hundreds
Heard you got a little car
But she's coming with me [x6]
Cause I got a lot of love
Now she wanna be my girl
Keep throwing that money up
But she's coming with me [x6]
Ditch that [repeat till end]
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14. _ My Love
[The-Dream]
Now who's right there
Every time you cry
Go to sleep
And wake up on your side
Endless love
I always provide
They hatin' on us
And you should know why
But who's been lovin' you lately?
Who's willin' to go half on the baby?
Who, who, who's tryin' to flag our ship?
They just tryin' to get the love you give
But baby
[Chorus: x2]
Tell me what they know about my love (my love)
Tell me what they know about my love (my love)
Tell me what they know about my love (my love)
Tell me what they know about my love (my love)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
[Mariah]
So they don't understand
Why I never leave you
Explain my love
I don't need to
Got everybody way up
In our business
'Cause leaving each other
Stay on they wish list
I see them reaching every time
You call me baby
They on my back like a shirt
Get off me baby
They don't love me
Let 'em wonder why
Here to stay
And they goin' bye bye
Who's the one calling you baby?
Who's in love with yo ass like crazy?
Who, who, who's gonna flag down our ship?
Just tryin' to get the love you give
Baby
[Chorus]
[Bridge: The-Dream]
Girl my love is your love
And there ain't nothing in this world
That they can do to make me give you up
Oh, oh baby
You will always be my girl
So let 'em do whatever
Say whatever
'Cause I ain't givin' you up
No, no, no, no
[The-Dream & Mariah]
Pretty baby
No, no, they don't know
No, no, they don't know
No, no, they don't know
No, no, they don't know
[Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
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15. _ Mr. Yeah
Radio Killa
My publisher loves when I do this
It's the R and B gorilla
Call the radio right now
The nigga Dream done put it down again
Dream done put it down again
Radio Killa
Every time you bring you ass around
I put it down
Cupid ain't got shit on me
Loading up my arrow, cocking back your bow
Cupid ain't got shit on me
No, no, no
She said all these niggas be poppin' that bullshit
But I be in it like a preacher in a pulpit
It ain't they fault cause I'm sure that they mean you well
But every time they fail she runs right back to Mr. Yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mr. Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come back to Mr. Yeah
Come here lil' baby, let me do, do that body like it ought to be done
And how could somebody mistreat a body that's hotter than one hundred suns
You deserve a better man and I got the better plan
Cupid ain't got shit on me
I'm harder than Superman, I bounce back like a rubber band
These niggas ain't got shit on me, you know it
See all these niggas be poppin' that bullshit
But I been in it like a preacher in a pulpit.
It ain't they fault cause I know they mean you well
Every time you fail, she runs right back to Mr. Yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me here you say, eh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me here you say, eh
Kissin' on my ella
Loving on my ella
Huggin' on my ella
Rubbin on my ella
Feelin' on my ella
Chillin' with my ella
There's nothing you can tell her
I'm always kissin' on my ella
Loving on my ella
Nothing you can tell her
I'm Mr. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
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16. _ I Really Want
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17. _ Falsetto
[Verse 1]
Started out talking right here
Putting it down like a motherfucking mack
Cinnamon candy all up in my ear
She wanna be down like the D's on the 'lac
Slow dancing in the club
Her diamonds look like rainbows
She's grindin' on my dick
She's lookin' for the pot of gold
We hop up in that AMG
Indeed we in the Westin
She puttin' moves on me
I could've swore shawty's a wrestler
Talkin' all that shit
As soon as I hit, now I got her talkin' like this
[Chorus]
In a falsetto,
She's like "Ooh, ooh! Baby! Ahh, ahh, ahh! Ohh!"
In a falsetto,
She's like "Ooh, ooh! Baby! Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!"
[Verse 2]
She's telling all her homies
I'm the real deal
Everytime she leave the crib
Shawty be coming right back
She talkin' dirty all up in my ear
And I'm finna' put this dog right on her kitty cat
I wasn't gonna show you up
But then you got that liquor in you
Calling last night a fluke
Acting like she didn't remember
I hopped up out that Land
And I'm finna' defend my title
Finna' put yo ass to bed
Tell me which way would you like it
Talkin' all that shit
As soon as I hit, now I got her talkin' like this
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Now play that shit
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
She said it feels like her very first time
She said it feels like her very first time
Grind it, grind it, baby
Grind it, grind it, make me crazy
Grind it, grind it, do it, do it
Grind it, grind it, grind it, baby
Grind it, grind it, grind it, hon'
Grind it, grind it
Now say, "Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooh ooh!"
It's all over now
You can come back up
We can talk in this key right here
But anytime you want me to take you up
Baby jump on this elevator
Promise there ain't nothing greater
Take a shower
Let's take a shower
Let's take a shower
Let's take a shower
Meet you right back here in half an hour
Killa
Killa
Killa
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