Big Pokey

Big Pokey - All In songtekst

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making love to me  hugin me  rubing me nugin me  pulling out and releasing on
 the bellie  that's the thug in me  I love to freak you make a nigga deep for
 sex  I'ma floss the six you can floss the lex  on the inside neck I'm all in  in
 the mist of me ballin I hear your body callin  you bout it  baby I'm bout it
 I'm the only one you got at the bar getting sloppy, holding you is a hobby, on
 mind, as we bump and grind, diggin in you from behind, irrating your spine, it
 ain't a f*ck thang, or a viper and a truck thang, and when you're in the kitchen
 frying up a duck man, I love the things you do, I like to hang with you, I put
 it all on the line boo, I'm claiming you
 (chorus) I'll have you drapped in finer things, four diamond rings, fill this
 bracelet with karets and give you pocket change, I ain't no trick but I want to
 get with you, when I dream your that I picture, I'm all in
 Off the top, I'm a mess cause this thug is feness, these bagets on my chest, you
 got my highly dressed, rolling pine, the scents maybe keys and nickles, in the
 waters of Jamacia is where I normally take them, cause you know who's bigger,
 see I balls and balls, six hummin, you all, fish tank in the wall, throwin hard
 in the mall,who's show ain't stopping, V12 still choppin and the screens just
 droppin, it was love at first sight, I knew that when I met you, she was casing
 you for sipe, persian rugs on the kitchen, candles lit around the tub, while
 you're taking a bath, sho was pinned against the wall, we winned it up in the
 air, bath water like bubbles, hugged up like huddles, and we carressed and
 cuddled when he world gave us trouble, sweat pouring in puddles, once I'm all in
 them hips, ain't no change in the whip cause the script don flip
                                        (chorus) repeat 2x's
 Baby, I'm back in your brain, watch the screen when it rain, peep the piece and
 the chain, diamonds white four runner, real leather and lumber, but it's choppin
 like purina hit it only in the summer, plus the full course meal put the berries
 on chill,lose the skirt you desert the way you work it be real, you ain't a
 freak boo, you make a niggas knees weak boo, brown skin, smelling sweet and
 petite  too, that's why I'm making you mine knocking you down, and when you jump
 off I'm cocking my nine,miller, you chase a pilla, you don't have to grind to
 put it down, cause I don stack my scrilla, dope dealinng cap pillin that's some
 things of the past, CEO all in the show, mashing the gas, build a lengend in the
 game, plus I'm in it to win, just remenmber like I said before I'm all in
 (chorus) repeat 2x's
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Publisher: Chevis Entertainment, Pen & Pixel Graphics

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Uitgegeven in: 1999

Taal: Engels

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