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Young Money Said, baby, no, no, no, no, no You know my loving ain't free, babe Won't make you do what you don't wanna do What you don't wanna do, no that ain't me, babe Said, baby, nah nah nah, I ain't with the drama That ain't what I need I need you ten hut now, need you ten toes down, baby Said if you ride, baby, ride up Pull up from behind, baby, wine up And you and me, we can shine up So, baby, come make your mind up Said if you ride, baby, ride up Pull up from behind, baby, wine up And you and me, we can shine up So, baby, come make your mind up Baby, babe, I need you to skrt on me, babe Drop down low; Said you know I need To know 'cause you keep telling me your love ain't free, babe But if you with it, wine up on me 'Cause the hips don't lie, baby Drop down low; Said you know I need To know 'cause you keep telling me your love ain't free, babe Letras de canciones Said, baby, I-I-I got so used to it being on a creep, babe Yeah, maybe I-I-I got so used to just giving you the least, babe But nowadays, I need more from ya I need something I can keep Said nowadays, I need real Nowadays, I need you to take the lead Said if you ride, baby, ride up Pull up from behind, baby, wine up And you and me, we can shine up So, baby, come make your mind up Said if you ride, baby, ride up Pull up from behind, baby, wine up And you and me, we can shine up So, baby, come make your mind up Baby, babe, I need you to skrt on me, babe Drop down low; Said you know I need To know 'cause you keep telling me your love ain't free, babe But if you with it, wine up on me 'Cause the hips don't lie, baby Drop down low; Said you know I need To know 'cause you keep telling me your love ain't free, babe Ay yo, bring in the blunt, Emily Blunt Platinum back, ice bling in the front I'ma land the jump, Yao Ming the dunk And I'm playing the field, Brad Wing the punt I'ma tell him I love him in the foreign and cuff him Whips in immigration, everything on them is custom Now they calling me Billy, I'm the goat No Achilles heel since I left Philly Countin' them millis to billis Beep beep beep beep, put the hurt on me Yeah, I'm wearing jeans, but he put the skirt on me Rode him to sleep, and then I put his shirt on me Pussy clean, these niggas ain't got no dirt on me Gotta play it by my rules, so I swerve on him Got my cash money, you can ask Bird or Slim Took him to my paradise, silk ribbon my linen Now he got a big thing for Caribbean women Baby, babe, I need you to skrt on me, babe Drop down, Said you know I need to know 'cause you keep telling me your love ain't free, babe But if you with it, wine up on me 'Cause the hips don't lie, baby Drop down, Said you know I need to know 'cause you keep telling me your love ain't free, babe Baby, babe, I need you to skrt on me, babe Drop down, Said you know I need to know 'cause you keep telling me your love ain't free, babe But if you with it, wine up on me 'Cause the hips don't lie, baby Drop down, Said you know I need to know 'cause you keep telling me your love ain't free, babe From Letras Mania