Artist：timbaland

Songs Title：hold cutz

Uh what's up girl

Why you trippin on me

I thought we was past that

Feel me

Alright let me talk to ya uh

C'mon baby what's the hold up

You carryin me like your school folder

I want your dinner not your cold cuts

Why you keep givin me the cold shoulder

C'mon baby what's the hold up

You carryin me like your school folder

I want your dinner not your cold cuts

Why you keep givin me the cold shoulder

When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall

And I think of them times when you was lickin my balls

I never came in your face you said you hated the taste

That's a disgrace I'd rather put my cum inside your weight plate

You comfortable now You need your toes massaged

I'm oblaged to rub 'em down first I put on da barges

With your favorite song you need to take off the thong

Go head nibble on my neck your doin it wrong

We could be doin it and doin it and doin it wild

I wanna lick on you and lick on you I like when you smile

I'll be in town next week can I keep an erection

Twelve pack of Lifestyles is my choice of protection

See I'm more than pimperific let me be more specific

On a scale of one to ten my sex is so terrific

It's like I'm Rick James Superfreaky things

I put a hot dog in your bum that sure to make you cum

Uh it was a teenage love a a a teenage love

And I told her don't hurt me again

Actin like the vaughn a vo in my living room den

Like it never took much to really get you back then

Just some college ruled paper and my ball point pen

Crackers pimp juice and my cranberry Benz

We circle my block and we do it again

Now let's fast forward to my living room flo'

Where we was freakin and she speakin gettin about to go

I slap broke my watch cause this raggedy ho

She like the time wasn't right then she hugged me slow

Uh it was a teenage love a a a teenage love

And I told her don't hurt me again

Can't we live like The Ropers Three's Company man huh

Tell me if she like it and if not

Girl is this your spot

I never cum in second some reppin for camel lot

And when I was a kid I used to f**k in the bushes

Only time I turn it down is when you don't use dush

You got the Eye of a Tiger and your p**sy is fly

It's a Hall of Fame booty baby gonna retire

And I aspire to be penis of convenience for you

But we f**kin in the bed let's cut in the living room

You likin my pimperation do I calm your frustration

Never bein pleased so you settle with masturbation

I got a 'C' on my chest cause I'm super when cuttin

Give me fifteen minutes guarantee you'll be comin and cummin