-ck if it's your record And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask somebody, you gotta know you
t need ya I barely gotta text the call back You ol lying ass nigga You're a dog Out here chasin paper Fuckin bitches Nah Nah nigga you're too late Live with it Now you
go it's time to go, go [Wiz Khalifa] if you roll one up, i'mma roll one too oh you sayin' you don't smoke ? well that's all that we do you be up in
my fantasies So put your hearts in the air You gotta love being you Do it like I do Hearts in the air Don't be a fool Do it like I do Why should I
give you more and I will never give you less you will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press do you really wanna know whats next, lets
you? You think you read minds? You better watch where you're putting those hands, You better stop if you're making more plans 'Coz everything you do makes
cause you gotta peep ?er I mean you probably might be saying you aint jockin? either But man, o girl got a fat old ass Yeah, the type that make you tell a b!tch just dance And fuck them other niggas cause you
Ay I Mean Stand Like A creeper Cuz You Gotta Beep her I Mean Prime Might Be Sayin You Ain't Joggin Either But Man Ol' Girl Gotta fat Ol' Ass Yeah The Type To Make You
The Day Ay I Mean Stand Like A Grouper Cuz You Gotta Beeper I Mean Prime Might Be Sayin You Ain't Joggin Either But Man Ol' Girl Gotta Phat Ol' Ass Yeah The Type To Make You
'ma boss, so you gotta work off in this muthafucka The work, and I can get you anything you want I could, I could, I could put you on See you look like Beyonce so do
There ain't nothing to it, bang a drum Just got to do it, bang a drum You've got to own it, own it Welcome to the beat, you gotta dip it down low If you
if I wanna take her home It's gotta be better than what they do on the radio It's gotta be the crunkest It's gotta be the loudest It's gotta be the
you made me do, baby Say you know me Do you want all of me? Yeah, you got the other side You got some nerve, baby You think you're so bad? You're so
Can I, can I save you from you? 'Cause you notice something missing And that champagne you've been sipping I suppose to make you different all the time
reason that I'm singing I need to find you, I gotta find you You're the missing piece I need The song inside of me I need to find you, I gotta find you
you'll have to do So I'll let you go, I'll set you free And when you've seen what you need to see When you find you, come back to me Come back to me
speak to Peepz will leave you sleepin with the people right beneath you I would like to ignite this track with my butane I would fight like 20 rounds I gotta do
walk you mhmhm you know she bad u do yo thing baby i aint even mad and i aint even fast imma say it while hold you head chris im ima take her