a million people took it Look at me, you outta your jurisdiction now ya lookin' stupid Officer, get off me sir Don't make me call L.A. he'll have ya
, black-robe crooked-balance Souls bought and sold and paroled for thirty talents Court reporter catch the surface on the paper File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker
karaoke love letter, lyrics undiscovered Now your mother used to tell me you ain?t nothin but some trouble Now it?s a couple trouble makers making mayhem
had it hard no facade, it's da truth So now when I menage and get massaged just to proof Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin' Paper dat would make
south I want to hear what the blind men sing With their fossils and their gypsy bones I'll stand beside myself so I'm not alone And how can I make
us Why they wanna test, now you rockin' with the best And my whole fam fam is the greatest Moves countin' like a calculator evaluate the master Playas operation stack your paper captivatin' money makers
The mastermind will bring it once I seen it in light Awaken by the sounds of niggas screamin' at night Cover your eyes I leave you face to face with your maker
Might as well just make out your will They got doctors and lawyers and studies and figures They say we're all good as gone Tell all the rule makers and
he like how im doin me [Diamond] im a ten, i know i am, my ass thick, got niggas like damn i got guap, i make it drop, the club owner had to tell me
I'm troublesome And if they lyrical then what the fuck am I? The maker of miracles, every couple of lines Parallel lines in my soul in my mind Make the
She's a single momma, makin' dollars Cabaret and make you holla Lookin' lovely, day and nightly Makin' hubbies leave they wifey Homewrecker, heartbreaker Love to shake her money maker
I know where he gone He left Corn with a lot to look after, he can take it Not from your mother but we your brothers So I know you gon' make it You
wanna come get it Stand next to this money like ay, ay, ay Shake, shake, shake your money maker Like you were shakin' it for some paper Took your momma nine months to make
D. roberts / e. gold If practice makes perfect Let's try that old embrace In some romantic place Where we can take out time If practice makes perfect
Show my power take flight and quickly ascend Like a bird beating my wings to the pulse of nature Scaring spiritual devils while evoking the maker Is
to another round of me and you Let your inhibitions go, go, let it go I'm gonna make your makeup run, run, let it run Gon' sweat your body out, make
'm cool as a ocean breeze, like Chester, I'm chasin' cheese I'm stangin' like buzzin' bees, on South Lee with the cheese That's why screens fall like all them leaves, makes
good like a candyamm good like da wamm bamm da da da damn it must be gooooo oooo ooooo oooood good like a jawbreaker good like a baby maker good enough to maker