T.I. Lyrics

T.I. Lyrics

"Hotel Lyrics"

Cigarette In Your Bed Lyrics
Falling down I like to watch you Crawl around Arms untied Scratching your eyes out With a smile Strange stare Strangled by the blade left In your heart I glide by Slip a cigarette In your bed

(feat. Too $hort)

[T.I. (Too $hort)]
Ay shawty
(Whussup playa?)
Ay, you 'memba dat broad we met back on da road last year, bout '99?
(Da one up in NYC?)
Nah, nah, not the one from New York, I 'memba her too doe
I'm talkin bout the one from L.A.
lil bad bitch I met in da mall wit da big azz
(Oh, oh, dat bitch)
Here wha she said
(Whussup?)

[Chorus]
I'll meet you at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit, let'z do it... where u at?)
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit baby, keep yo mouth shut we can do it, sho nuff)

[Verse 1 (T.I.)]
One day in L.A., I'm at the mall
Pickin me up a coupla pairs of silk drawls
And I ran into this fine azz well built broad
She was in hard from a long way
So I'm finna go on swing shawty way
Just like da song say, cuz I don't play
Miss lady built like a amazon
A 5'9", light brown, wit some sandals on
Da kinda azz dat make you wanna grab a handle on
And fuck her
Kung 'di Mo Minahal Lyrics
KUNG ‘DI MO AKO MINAHAL by SALING KET with REY VALERA Verse1 Kung ‘di ako ang ‘yong inibig ‘di ko alam anong landas ang aking tinahak kung ‘di ako ang nakilala (‘yong inibig) may’rong ibang mapalad na kapiling ka ngayon bridge siguro sinadya ng langit ang pagtatagpo dahil ‘di ko akalaing ako ang mahalin Chorus ‘di ako naging ako kung hindi mo ako minahal hindi ako naging ako kung hindi mo ako minahal nakita ko na ang dulo ng panahon doon ay kasama ka, buhay
all day in da hallway with the candlez on
So I wave, and I speak and conversation coo
She asked my name, where I'm from and why I talk the way I do?
I said "Cuz I ain't from round hea, I'm from Atlanta shawty, but anywayz
We can still get togetha, cuz I'm gon be hea fo a coupla dayz"
And then she say, she never been ta Georgia, she was dyin ta visit
Well, I'm in room 312, at the Sofatel, I'm sho that they listed
She got the digits, say she like me, and that we can be friends
If I ain't welcome shawty, don't invite me, ain't no need ta pretend
I'm wanna lick on ya neck, kiss ya earz, and make yo knee bend
Put ya azz in positionz you never thought you'd be in
Now, I'm tellin you shawty, fuckin wit me, like divin of deep end
Have you sneekin, creepin in Georgia, freak on the weekend

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2 (T.I.)]
This time, it was me n KP, in NYC
On some Quevo and Hennessy, and 2 sweets with two freaks
Some of da baddest thangz in Times Square wit some long hairz, cute feet
One of'em say she wanna drive me to Coney Island so she can show m
Under Suspicion Lyrics
Rush/Linde Well I've been mistreated Lied to and cheated Misled and abused Like an old rag you threw away First you fill me with thunder Then you let me go under You can run, you can hide But you ain't gonna get away Cos you're under suspicion Of leavin' the scene of a broken heart Under suspicion of a hit and run love affair Well you ain't got a conscience And you've made me the victim Of a cruel and unusual crime Now you're under suspicion, under suspicion Under
e the new beach
Couldn't nobody ride wit me doe, cuz da car only had 2 seatz
Lil' cute freak, in da Z3, remind me of one of my hoez in da GC
Told me her name was Sharell but all of her friendz call her Cici
Say she up hea goin ta NYU, but originally she frum DC
Say she'd love ta freak me, reminisce while listenin to mah CD
Lay me out on the beach feed me strawberriez n kiwi
Shawty say she like wha she see, can't wait ta get down hea n see me
Round Freaknik, say soon az you hit da city all you gotta do iz beep me
And let me know whut itz finna be, the Four Seasons or the Embassy
Get a voice mail round 10 ta 3, and then wha she said ta me...

[Repeat Chorus]

Tell'em how you did the broad shawty
(I fucked the bitch... and forgot the bitch)

[Verse 3 (Too $hort)]
I'm havin fun... gettin pussy on the run
Bitches comin to mah room, tryna make me cum
In *Cleveland* last weekend, O-High Hoe, whuz really goin on?
She said "Stick it down my throat"
A lotta yall married... to mah ex trampz
She shouldn't worry, I sent the bitch to sex camp<
Love Will Come And Go Lyrics
written by Vonda Shepard and David James with additional lyrics by Paul Gordon Do you want me to read your mind? Oh if I only could I wonder if I'd find the same Hopes I've been having 'Cause baby I came alive When you caught my eye I'm falling in love you see And it's the kind of love That makes me breathe I would share all my secrets I would tell you anything You know I'd let you in darling We could be so good together I would give you the world If only you would take it from me Som
BR> Taught her how to fuck, she made you fall in love
I fucked her real tough, now you can't get enough
Knockin on mah door fo yo hoe, das no game pimp
I fucked all them bitchez DMX was namin
Fuckin hoez from Milly, bitchez out in Philly
Puerto Rican, Dominican, New York pussy, ya feel me
I been nationwide since '88
So don't clown when I'm around, keep yo lady straight
Cuz I'ma... beat her pussy down in the worst way
You waited six months, and I fucked her on the first date, at the Hotel

[T.I. & Too $hort talkin through Chorus]
Meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
(Hoe, don't tell nobody... BIATCH!!!)
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(That'z right... we runnin' up in deze hoez...
Trackstarz baby, real playaz, ballin in da ATL)
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(You betta ask yo bitch about us
Take the game from Timbucktoo to the Kalimazoo
You know how a playa do...
... and one mo thang baby...
Check out time... Arivaderchi, capeesh? Bishhh...)