BLUSH RESPONSE
{Dove}
Hey Mr. Africa [What]
This joint is headed
Man I'm glad that beef is debted
I jolt the bullet quick
Out of the fifty-one six
To hear my Sammy on the mix [Aight]
We flipped the belt
I felt the rubber burnin'
See I was yearnin' for the moment
Man opponents couldn't stop me
When I first heard AC/DC I had to get a copy.
Now I'm swole
Who try to patrol my family
Your fantasy back in the day was to be native
But now your sh-t's sedated
I bring the doctor,
I'm a for the remedy
But some pretend
Give It Up
I bet the derby and I won by a nose,
I bet Vegas and they took my clothes.
I bet Monte Carlo I was showin' my stuff,
I bet on you baby, now ain't that enough?
You got to give it up,
Give it up baby.
Give it up.
You got to give it up, baby, tell me where it's at.
Well there's a few more things you should know about me,
I trained trigger single-handedly.
I invented see-through negligees,
And I bought the flying saucer off the Presley estate.
You got to give it up,
You got to give it up baby.
Give it up.
You got to give it up, baby, tell me where it's at.
I fell in love down in Mexico,
Thunderbird wine's the only way to go.
I been in love ten thousand times,
All you got to do is remember my line.