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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,440
Peak in subgenre #73
Author
Neeko Vercetti
Uploaded
March 11, 2011
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:34
Story behind the song
Explain the greatest love ever known between a husband and a wife.
Lyrics
You can't feel complete if you don't have a seat at the table and the pain is worse than physical wounds in my cranium. You may try your best, but if they don't want you, they don't want you and if you're like me, you won't give up what's come from above you. So you travel avenues, beat your feet while walking grooves even if you're not excused, passing strangers who accuse, judge, label and assume, but focus is not removed from the life that you pursue with God as the General. My Army is capable consisting of Chann'Tell, Isaiah and Gabriel, now look how we made it through. Just the four of us can do anything seemingly believing especially in the heat of difficulty or a hazardous tragedy we can gradually achieve with holy majesty and, Tell, forgive me for my addiction to your anatomy, but daddy's not a daddy for his subtlety. I'm utterly an honest to a fault, cool, truth spitting g-e-n-t-l-e-m-a-n, but a side that I hold in has not been out for a spin. You know, wild, up, deep stroking, side to side egg poking, tongue on the 'V', get your hips gyrating, only pull out enough to get your legs vibrating, speaking of eye quaking, areola salivating and humping like thumper to get your juice pumper liquidating, shower spraying, nails in my back, take it 'cause you know you make me RAH! RAH, like a dungeon dragon. RAH! RAH, like a dungeon dragon. RAH! RAH, like a dungeon dragon. Got my gun a blasting and your juices splashing. I say RAH! RAH, like the lions attacking, I mean RAH! RAH, like an angry maverick. RAH! RAH! Let me be your savage that you come to ravage, baby, do your damage. I ain't no Eminem, but skittles off the brain, they can try to taste your rainbow, but I make you rain. Silent as a mime, but I feed you with my vein. Got an apple for a head and the core is yours to claim and we both like when the jimmy hat is nixed. Every last factory on earth could drop, we'd still be making love besides you know I don't want to stop. Hand to God, I go until I get soft, some help from you, I'm back until YOU get off, snap your spine when we mash, get your scream on. Your hollerin' "OH GOD" makes me just follow through with it. Your arms entertwined with my arms, so once the baby's inside of your walls, you know that I'm cool with it 'cause I'm the pa. Don't think you've had enough of the commitment, you're sprawled, screaming Lord and there's still six more hours of nightfall. We ain't wake the boys, their with Grandma 'cause she decided we needed space and just a little time off, so finally we broke down and you're breaking my jaw still we're feeling the music. What? You want to tie my arms and legs to the bed, set up the camera?? But Basic Instinct tells me that's a dream we should hold off. My only single worry is putting my hands on your bod-eeven so I can remove your bra. It's LadyKilla and Neeko and like I told 'em in the begin, to us really forget what they can't comprehend. We up, up and we lunging at 'em. If we're fools in love, they must've sided with anger. They can make that face, go on, scrunch it up at us. Show us the mark, we sure to make some examples like a RAH! RAH, like a train unattached and it fell off, off, off your side of the mountain and now you see your position. We are just the combination to come in and dominate. There is no need to feel frustration. Not a thanks do we get for making a different song, but we don't stop until recognition is spawn. Couldn't pay the rent in New York, but still we go down I-85 and flossing with some dough. I-I-Izzy, Tell, B Real and dad in the spot. Not a swerve, miss or crash or dirty looks from a cop. Ill mixing and flame spitting, setting off rest stops. Dropping figures like in Crooklyn passing towns and crops. Driving while thundering, rain, lightning crackling. We didn't care though Vegas had heavy trafficking. Cali had trees, thugs, cameramen. We had stacks so bills we're irrelevant and mommy slept with Izzy, overnight. That's right, 'cause she the boss, no oversight
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