nothing up my sleeve I need you here with me The last thing I would ever do Is try to hurt or frighten you I know you've heard this all before But won
Translation: All. # 10 (Law).
re Feeling Me As Long As Your Wife Is No One In My City Got A Pocket Like Drizzy I Can Rock Fitted Jeans Cuz My Credit Card Skinny Its Pitch Black And Covers All
Earrings on my bezel Can't fit in my schedule 'less booty like jello She know I slang kilos Shout out to my 'migo I call, he said 10-4 Tight like Lamont
10 foot money I get it fast when I get to the money When I walk, it sound like 10 foots running I meant feet, I'm in deep like wet pussy I'm a purple
guage Me Lil' Lay wit' Rip, Kray, Str8 Gotta blaze dem a's And neva to taste Bone Me deadly thugstaz, thuggish ruggish Neva to take no losses Put 'em all
[Chorus:] I wake up early in the morning round the crack of dawning wave to my neighbors like wassup (say wassup) and I'm all tatted up, dat bang in my
they dont think i really be wet and my chevy shine stupid like i sprayed it with baggetts you gotta get on my level lil daddy step up your game I got speakers all
right my money long, I got that 10ft money Ha, I get it fast when I get to the money When I walk, it sound like 10 foots running I meant feet, I'm in
you. [x4] Now I promise not leave ya pussy wet yea rite, I promise you 2 show you sum respect yea rite, I guess I live the life of a super star driving all
all split and you nearly made a week AHH! Well-well you can meet Mrs. Badder Bitch She the reason why you gone on some magic shit One difference between y'all
palsy My flows bes wet loke all you girls draws be Crack the dils, spread the buddah in the hid douse Roll it up and diddas, who tipped in for the 10
[Intro] + (Redman) Get a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!) (Gilla House!) Okay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit (Gilla House, ya heard?) You fuckin
, I come live like T.V, For all of y'all, I come across to be real, With super shit like Fall Guy And lines to make them all die, Infrared beams, mind
and heavy metal rocker, eight-tray hopper Silk headliner, ain't No Limit to how I shock ya All chrome dated, they superb when I drop her All these haters
fuck with them? Platinum status, motherfuckers, eat a dick! Now who's the underrated pro, they scared to play on the radio? Who lives the lyrics, all
home Or till all these other niggas here cash is gone And when we finally get the chance to speak as a pair And the beeper number is all you can spell
