Vārdi:
Drama Sweat

really screamed yet imma get you hot, til i make your weave sweat sweat sex, so beat it up sweat sex, so beat it up sweat sex, so beat it up sweat sex

love Gotta lotta love I got a lotta love 'cuz you're all my brothers Red or blue, black's the color We got a chance, so we can really sweat the real

lookin for help, But the realest niggas in the game play they cards they was dealt, Me myself i got some issues im not dealing with yours, Everybody got they own drama

motherfuckin' yards at jail, let's go I don't know what you thinkin' But a party ain't a party unless you drinkin' and I don't know what's all the drama

could hold You used to be somebody I could talk to But now everything has gone wrong Why the hell do you expect me to sweat you Every time I ask you You up and walk away Drama

motherfucker But the funk just don't stop As we take y'all fat roly-poly asses on another journey To the darkside Wuditlooklike? When I wipe off my sweat

I suggest you best start winging out Who's dat? Wat's dat, boy in my eye? Yea man, quick man, start spreadin' out Kidnapped, takin' rascal's hideout Cold sweat

to change Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion Where kinky hair goes to un thought of dimensions Why's it so fly 'cause hip hop kept some drama

Hh! Ever man! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} [Verse 1:] Hehe! - Last name Voorhees, first name Jason! Like a loaded pistol boy ain't nothin' to play with! You don't want no problems, the drama