50 Cent, Lloyd Banks - Short Stay lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent, Lloyd Banks - Short Stay lyrics]
Yeah she like it she love it
She kiss it she suck it
She want me to want it
She want to climb up on it
Smile, ha ha yeah, Lloyd Banks (ha ha ha)
50 Cent (yeah) SHADYVILLE'!
Mami we can, creep through
The ghetto wit'cha, feet in stilletos
Hit the, club and party as long as
You sneak in the metal (YEAH')
Or we can head to the house
From the house it's the floor
From the, floor to the couch, from the
Couch to the door (WOO)
Then it's, out to the store or
Out to the mall watchin, out for the law
Cause of this pouch full of raw
I don't care how much you love her don't
Vouch for the whore
Cause the first chance she get I'm
In her mouth on the tour (WHAT?)
I'm lovin the ladies
With no husbands or babies
Since little I've been active
Lost dozens of babies (C'MON)
Gettin a hummer stuntin
In your cousin Mercedes
Or roll up on you dumpin
Pourin guns at your 80's (WHAT'?)
You the man on your block? I'm
The talk of the town
That's probably why they wanna see me
In chalk in the ground
But you can find me on the
Corner with a pack of marijuana
Middle finger to haters nigga you
Fuckin with the greatest
Yes, I wanna go, to a mo-tel
Just for fo' hours, only short stay
We don't have to go, far far away
To have some fun, try things my way
Bitch grab your bag, get in the Escalade
Put the seat back, we're onnn our way
There's no games to play, nothin else to say
Listen to your man, you'll like things my way
You make me wanna, rest in the tower make a
Mess in her flowers
How 'bout, sex in the shower or
Neck for an hour (AOWWWW')
You got a ring on your finger even
One in your nose squeezin some on your toes
Runnin your tongue like lobes
Ohh remember spin the bottle? You
Coulda been a model
While you begin to swallow
Niggas in Timbs tomorrow
No love, no hoes, no paper
Nah no ice, no Mo', there's no acre
Your bitch look good I'ma take her
Won't have to fight to make her the first -
She kiss it she suck it
She want me to want it
She want to climb up on it
Smile, ha ha yeah, Lloyd Banks (ha ha ha)
50 Cent (yeah) SHADYVILLE'!
Mami we can, creep through
The ghetto wit'cha, feet in stilletos
Hit the, club and party as long as
You sneak in the metal (YEAH')
Or we can head to the house
From the house it's the floor
From the, floor to the couch, from the
Couch to the door (WOO)
Then it's, out to the store or
Out to the mall watchin, out for the law
Cause of this pouch full of raw
I don't care how much you love her don't
Vouch for the whore
Cause the first chance she get I'm
In her mouth on the tour (WHAT?)
I'm lovin the ladies
With no husbands or babies
Since little I've been active
Lost dozens of babies (C'MON)
Gettin a hummer stuntin
In your cousin Mercedes
Or roll up on you dumpin
Pourin guns at your 80's (WHAT'?)
You the man on your block? I'm
The talk of the town
That's probably why they wanna see me
In chalk in the ground
But you can find me on the
Corner with a pack of marijuana
Middle finger to haters nigga you
Fuckin with the greatest
Yes, I wanna go, to a mo-tel
Just for fo' hours, only short stay
We don't have to go, far far away
To have some fun, try things my way
Bitch grab your bag, get in the Escalade
Put the seat back, we're onnn our way
There's no games to play, nothin else to say
Listen to your man, you'll like things my way
You make me wanna, rest in the tower make a
Mess in her flowers
How 'bout, sex in the shower or
Neck for an hour (AOWWWW')
You got a ring on your finger even
One in your nose squeezin some on your toes
Runnin your tongue like lobes
Ohh remember spin the bottle? You
Coulda been a model
While you begin to swallow
Niggas in Timbs tomorrow
No love, no hoes, no paper
Nah no ice, no Mo', there's no acre
Your bitch look good I'ma take her
Won't have to fight to make her the first -