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G-Unit Short Stay Lyrics

Last updated: 07/17/2006 11:00:00 AM

[50 Cent Intro]
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)…Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent

[Lloyd Banks]
[Verse One]

Look Mommy, we can creep through the ghetto with ya, feet and stiletto take a, cartlan party is when ya sneak in the meadow and ya can head to the house, from the houses to the floor, from the floor to the couch, from the couch to the door, then its out to the store for, outfit or more, watchin' out for the law, coz 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 was in her mouth on the tour, im loving the ladies with no husbands and babies, since little I’ve been active, lost dozens of babies, maybe ive been stuntin' in your cousins Mercedes and roll upon you dumping, pull a gun at your 80's, you the man on your block, im the talker of the town, that’s probly why they wanna see me in chalk on the ground, well you can find me on a corner with a pack of marijuana middle finger to haters, nigga you're fuckin' with the greatest

[50 Cent]
[Chorus]

Bitch I wanna go to a motel, just for four hours on a short stay, we don’t have to go far, far away to have some fun, try things my way, bitch grab your bags, get in the Escalade, put the seat back, we on our way, there's no games to play, nuttin' else to say listen to your man girl try things my way

[Lloyd Banks]
[Verse Two]

or maybe you wanna, rest in towel, make a mess in the flowers, how bout sex in the shower or neck for an hour, you got a ring on your finger even one on your nose squeezing some on your toes, one in your tongue that blows, ohh, remember spin the bottle, you could of been a model, why you begin to swallow, niggas in tims tomorrow, no love, no hoes, no paper, nah no ice no hoes no maker, your picture look good, imma’ take her wont have to fight or make her first night imma break her, i got game like a laker, you think I’m slow or something, stop bitch you know you frontin' always wants a different nigga you some kind of hoe or something

[50 Cent]

Yeah Banks, I know the bitch man, I sat kicked it with her for a few minutes and shit, i wasn’t even goin' hard son i just kicked it wit her for a lil bit then i told the bitch i was like..

[50 Cent]
[Chorus]
Bitch I wanna go to a motel, just for four hours on the short stay, we don’t have to go far, far away to have some fun, try things my way, bitch grab your bags, get in the Escalade, put the seat back, we on our way, there's no games to play, nuttin' else to say listen to your man girl try things my way

Thanks to alwaysballin45@yahoo.com for submitting Short Stay Lyrics.



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