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Utwór: K-i-s-s-i-n-g

  • wykonawca: Nas
  • wyświetleń: 1717


     Picture us married you and me k-i-s-s-i-n-g
  I remember the first time girl you and me f-u-c-k-i-n-g
  
  Repeat
  
  She was the modern ices honey dog she was priceless
  Perfect definition what a wife is I like this
  Showed me how exciting life is
  I used to hang around dudes that used icepics shiestlist put you on their heistliest
  How we met it must have been fate first date crushed grape we ate lobster and steak
  She kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent's paid
  How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid
  She said she want to have a family raised kids someday
  Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day
  I can get with that I drop you off home
  I called you hit me back i wanna dig that did I? I did that
  Put it way up where her ribs at her future kids had
  You held out for two weeks longer than these hoodrats
  You precious more precious than lost treasure
  Matter of fact im kinda hoping we can stay together
  
  Chorus 2X
  
  I see you dressed up in white face covered in vail do I hear wedding bells?
  My dogs throw on rice its the day your father give you away
  To a real man I gently put the ring on your hand
  Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to
  Now look me in my eyes and say i do
  driving off in the Rolls Royce just married on the plates
  We can spend our honneymoon in the states
  You can throw your friend a bouquet something in the back of my head say
  For us two maybe cuz I love you
  Hug you squeeze you touch you tease you
  As long as we are together its heaven for meto please you
  Won't stop until I tell you to beautiful deeper and harder love laying new with you
  Running my fingers thru your hair its not days that go by
  While Im witch you that I won't even care
  
  Chorus 2X
  
  You been with young dudes old guys
  hindus papas colombians who cut pies
  But none of them can touch Nas
  Thug ones for those soft the baby shit
  She been with hoodlums and those who act crazy shit
  until one day she decided to flip it was nothing I can do about it
  Like she the boss and shit started talking this divorcin' shit
  I gave her my half rib half my crib half my cake
  Half my car half my kid can't get that
  tried to swing on a god had to dip that
  Yo pushed her on the bed lifted her leg
  Had to ripp that all she wanted was rough sex with her slick ass
  Had to sit back smoke a blunt and just look
  With her fine ass body and a damn good cook
  For some reason yo she had me stuck and I had her in my web too
  You my queen god bless you
  
  Chorus 2X
  

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