[Intro]
Gotti you know we got you nigga
Palm City
Milkwaukee Buck'ing Gang
[Verse 1]
Yo it's that boy they call Young'n
And you know I rep that gang
Them ink boys is at it again
Nigga ain't shit changed
I still got young'ins with them K's
And the Penn's is still sittin' on 20 inch blades
Candy painted Range
Money, Power, Respect, the Tec I flame with expert aim
The work get flipped, the change stack up
Tah murdered the Caddy, Caddy the 'Lac truck
And you know whenever we rollin', niggas is holdin'
Wrist so frozen, mommy want a golden
Let's go, she want a ride with the best
So I give her the death stroke
Knock her down, like a left blow
Not to mention I got a bottle of that XO
Runnin' out the Teterboro, waitin' on the jet show
What you expect hoe? That's how we fly
Mo' money, mo' murder mo' murder
Mo' life
[Hook: Ashanti]
Ooh, I can't wait to get next to you
Oh, I just can't leave you alone
[Verse 1: Ashanti]
Boy you got me doing things that I would never do
And I can't stop the way I'm feeling if I wanted to
I'm crazy 'bout the way that you could make me say your name
And if I couldn't have you, I would probably go insane
[Chorus: Ashanti]
Only you can make me feel (Only you can make me feel)
And only you can take me there (Only you can take me there)
And only you can make me feel (Only you, only you can make me feel)
And only you can take me there (Only you can take me there)
[Hook: Ashanti]
Ooh, I can't wait to get next to you
Oh, I just can't leave you alone
[Verse 2: Ashanti]
Boy you stay inside my mind there ain't no denying that (denying that)
And only you can do them things that got me coming back
It's got to be the realest thing that I have ever felt
And I'll do what I got to do to keep you to myself
[Chorus: Ashanti]
Only you can make me feel (Only you can make me feel)
And only you can take me there (Only you can take me there)
And only you can make me feel (Only you can make me feel)
And only you can take me there (Only you can take me there)
[Verse: 3]
About the way you shine, I'm great with eighteen, better with dimes
Plus I'm ('bout the)
Sex money and fervor
Black Child and my style is murder
(Way you)
Got more butt than ash-trays, mama how real is your nana?
'Cause you knows I hollers at the itch-bes
But only you can make me (feel)
I wanna sexual heal your sweet spot like I'm Marvin
I push you in a drop off through Harlem (or Holis)
Make your body hot like Impalas (on Crenshaw)
Regardless (you in for) menages (and then some)
Need some income?
I got it
You need to come on in, help a nigga spend up some of the profits
Black, tell her it's logic
It's more than one way out the projects
Get money and weigh your options
[Chorus: Ashanti]
Only you can make me feel (Only you can make me feel)
And only you can take me there (Only you can take me there)
And only you can make me feel (Only you can make me feel)
And only you can take me there (Only you can take me there)
[Outro: Ashanti]
Ooh, I can't wait to get next to you
Oh, I just can't leave you alone
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