Sunday, August 4, 2019
Title: Down Ass Bitch :: essays research papers
 Artist: Ja Rule  Album: Pain is Love  Title: Down Ass Bitch    feat. Charli Baltimore  (Ja Rule - talking)  Ja Rule, Chuck B-more  Every thug needs a lady  And every thug needs a down ass bitch, huh, feel me  Every thug needs a lady  Baby I'm convinced, you my down ass bitch    (Chorus - Ja Rule)  Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)  If you'd lie for me, like you lovin me  Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)  If you'd die for me, like you cry for me  Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)  If you'd kill for me, like you comfort me  Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)  Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass bitch    (Ja Rule)  Uh  I know that you're lovin me, 'cause you thug with me, who bust slugs for me?  My baby  Who gon' kill for you, like I comfort you, who else but the Rule?  You feel me  Girl when we connect the dots we hit the spot  Twin Benz's, you ride hard, I ride drop  And to make it better, baby got the nina' Beretta tucked low  And I'm two cars back with the four-four  And it freaks you out, on your momma's couch, that's what us thugs be 'bout  You know me  And when I pray for love, baby pray for us, who celebrates the thugs?  My lady  Got me seekin capital game when I spit sixteen  Whether bars or sixteens in the doors of cars  A star is born  In the hood, made a name live on, R-U-L-E, ladies, feel me    (Chorus)    (Charli Baltimore)  Now I'm show you blood or love, there's no belly you bounce from  Blow sellin, dough amounts to no tellin  There'll be no tellin, snitches get it back  Those gats to your backs for my boy  What part of the game is that, huh?  Niggas and they feelings 'cause I handle your dealings, keep your name in tact    My fame's in tact so cops won't know what it's hittin for  Now hoes wanna know what you shittin for  'Cause I'm your bitch, the Bonnie to your Clyde  It's mental, mash your enemies, we out in the rental  I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya, shift ya lungs, who's your organ donor?  What they know about, extreme meausures I'm a ride with you  And my baby three-eighty at my side  And we lock the town, I'm as down as any thug  My love, they gotta take us in blood, what    (Chorus)    (Ja Rule)  You could die from love, at any given time I could die from slugs  But that's what this life is capable of  The death and the life of a bitch and a thug, is what I'm scared of  But God up in Heaven who ain't afraid to, tuck the toast in the Escalade    					  Title: Down Ass Bitch  ::  essays research papers   Artist: Ja Rule  Album: Pain is Love  Title: Down Ass Bitch    feat. Charli Baltimore  (Ja Rule - talking)  Ja Rule, Chuck B-more  Every thug needs a lady  And every thug needs a down ass bitch, huh, feel me  Every thug needs a lady  Baby I'm convinced, you my down ass bitch    (Chorus - Ja Rule)  Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)  If you'd lie for me, like you lovin me  Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)  If you'd die for me, like you cry for me  Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)  If you'd kill for me, like you comfort me  Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)  Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass bitch    (Ja Rule)  Uh  I know that you're lovin me, 'cause you thug with me, who bust slugs for me?  My baby  Who gon' kill for you, like I comfort you, who else but the Rule?  You feel me  Girl when we connect the dots we hit the spot  Twin Benz's, you ride hard, I ride drop  And to make it better, baby got the nina' Beretta tucked low  And I'm two cars back with the four-four  And it freaks you out, on your momma's couch, that's what us thugs be 'bout  You know me  And when I pray for love, baby pray for us, who celebrates the thugs?  My lady  Got me seekin capital game when I spit sixteen  Whether bars or sixteens in the doors of cars  A star is born  In the hood, made a name live on, R-U-L-E, ladies, feel me    (Chorus)    (Charli Baltimore)  Now I'm show you blood or love, there's no belly you bounce from  Blow sellin, dough amounts to no tellin  There'll be no tellin, snitches get it back  Those gats to your backs for my boy  What part of the game is that, huh?  Niggas and they feelings 'cause I handle your dealings, keep your name in tact    My fame's in tact so cops won't know what it's hittin for  Now hoes wanna know what you shittin for  'Cause I'm your bitch, the Bonnie to your Clyde  It's mental, mash your enemies, we out in the rental  I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya, shift ya lungs, who's your organ donor?  What they know about, extreme meausures I'm a ride with you  And my baby three-eighty at my side  And we lock the town, I'm as down as any thug  My love, they gotta take us in blood, what    (Chorus)    (Ja Rule)  You could die from love, at any given time I could die from slugs  But that's what this life is capable of  The death and the life of a bitch and a thug, is what I'm scared of  But God up in Heaven who ain't afraid to, tuck the toast in the Escalade    					    
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