October 2010
Remix!
Met this little boy, he was off the hook I got cold chills when his body shook
hot sex on the platter no need to cook
I let him steal my heart like a horny crook
had him grinding & winding against my leg he messing wit my head wanna play in bed, Sex with Jordans on, toenails manicure your bodys a gun baby, pop me full of lead
its hard to hold you when you moving vogar peace sign on your eyes like john travolta my pulp aint fiction its an addiction to see your booty clap on the floor on the kitchen
nasty boy taught me all the lingo
my daddy play bingo he ride man dingo he dont give a damn if im married or single he make me tingle
(shawty im your)
cause im your
your baby
Remix by Me; Song by Mr. LL Cool J
“Never be afraid to sit awhile and think.”
— Lorraine Hansberry
“It’s actually a rare and precious thing to discover what it is you love to do, and I encourage you to remain unapologetically consumed by it. Be faithful to your gift and very confident in its value.”
—Jonathan Ive (via jennaaaye)