OMG I JUST THOUGHT OF A #1 HIT I COULD WRITE FOR A FEMALE ARTIST.
Holidays Sex Song! LMAO.
"I been a lil naughty, I want you to eat my cooki-e
Santa Clause don't make me wait, burst my chimn-ey
I'll drink the eggnog (keyword for *** ) when it's all said and done,
just put me on your list for this one night, hun."
Going Will.I.Am on you hoes with my songs
None of you hoes here for my CLEAR #1.
I find it funny ya'll hoes gonna be in line at Target when it drops on the Christmas EP tho.
Lmao, in like September there was a thread asking if we say we make our own music or whatever and you was telling me about how famous you were, and I said I needed that collab tho.
I always end up writing a song , and then loving it, and then hating it the next day
Prince Harley
We all looked pretty draped in jewels
But when he comes around we play the fool
Flirting and hurting
Crying and denying
That he's out with someone else
But as long as he comes home at night
Then maybe its alright
I'll forgive everything else
The rev of his bike is enough to get me up
I'll be his queen of the night
Toy solider out of line
I get lost in those evil eyes
But his leather jackets keep keeping me warm
And I can't even begin to talk about
What goes on behind closed doors
Daddy didn't raise no stupid *****
But I can't help but come back for more
Mother warned me of your type
Knocking on my window late at night
Revering up his harley
He tells me I'm his Barbie
He whispers c'mon Dolly
Lets invite Ken and Molly
He knows how to party
There's no point in trying to save myself
I can't help but grab his hand
The way I'd move on his hips
Tension barley leaving his lips
He can grab my hair throw me down
Cause he knows I'll keep coming around
He's my Prince Harley
The way he loves me hardly
But he keeps calling my darling
The ground shakes with the beat
So just let it move your feet
Yeah the night is alive, and it’s radiating heat
Feel the pulse of the crowd
As you’re goin down on me
Don’t be scared to be rough
Cus I like my love dirty
With this one night stand
You have left a mark on me
Oh this one night stand
Should go down in history
I always end up writing a song , and then loving it, and then hating it the next day
Prince Harley
We all looked pretty draped in jewels
But when he comes around we play the fool
Flirting and hurting
Crying and denying
That he's out with someone else
But as long as he comes home at night
Then maybe its alright
I'll forgive everything else
The rev of his bike is enough to get me up
I'll be his queen of the night
Toy solider out of line
I get lost in those evil eyes
But his leather jackets keep keeping me warm
And I can't even begin to talk about
What goes on behind closed doors
Daddy didn't raise no stupid *****
But I can't help but come back for more
Mother warned me of your type
Knocking on my window late at night
Revering up his harley
He tells me I'm his Barbie
He whispers c'mon Dolly
Lets invite Ken and Molly
He knows how to party
There's no point in trying to save myself
I can't help but grab his hand
The way I'd move on his hips
Tension barley leaving his lips
He can grab my hair throw me down
Cause he knows I'll keep coming around
He's my Prince Harley
The way he loves me hardly
But he keeps calling my darling
Lmao, in like September there was a thread asking if we say we make our own music or whatever and you was telling me about how famous you were, and I said I needed that collab tho.
I forgot what thread it was, but we eventually got to the topic of imaginary music careers. Quite a few of us gurls had them.