Mila J

(Verse) I remember the first day, first day that we met You was just so, so damn persistent And let me tell, you got my digits We started talkin' every night, yeah, on the phone We realized we had a lot in common, I did not think we would start falli

Who's Ring Is It That You Are Wearing On Your Finger Who's Ring Is It That She Is Rocking On Her Finger Who Is It That Everyone Knows To Be Your Wifey Even On Your Phone She Holds Up The Title Wifey Who Is She Certinley Not Me Oh, I, We Should Be Def

Dat my, ungh Dat my, ungh Dat my, ungh Mustard on the beat ho This girl that I came here with, dat my main The one that's sharing these drinks, dat my main The one celebrating her birthday, dat my main Yeah that's my number 1 chick, dat my main The o

See, I gotta be outta my head To deal with ya And I gotta be outta my head To be still with ya See, I love you but I don't like that I leave, but then I come right back to you So what is the point? I might as well sit here and roll me a joint Or pour

Yo girl got a cute face, her friend got a nice body They just wanna have fun, this my type of party 20 bitches in the lobby, it's plenty bitches in the lobby They all drinking, they smoking, this my type of party My car, just push to start it, but I

Battlefield America Soundtrack - Mila J a.k.a Japollonia I can be your Kesha, Angela, Pamela, Renee Any way you want it, I could do it your way, way, way, way Nigga just ask, obey Don't have to look no where, nigga it's all right here In the car, in

Hustled-mila j I'm leavin' cause I'm tired Of this kind of life we live, You're contempt, not ambitious enough It's takin' it's toll Money is low, you're relaxin' Actin' like nothin' is happenin' Whatchin' my friends progress It is killin' me slow Yo