) That I know what you need If you wanna come just come with me I am just a guy, you are just a girl All I know is I just wanna rock world And all I
Mitchel: Mic check, one two, two. Alright its working, Yo, Welcome to the best collaboration of all time. Their names? Emily Osment, Mitchel Musso
[Mitchel] Mic Check 1,2,1,2, alright, it's workin'. Yo! Welcome to the best collaboration of all time, and the names, Emily Osment, Mitchel Musso, NBC
real? ) The ??, the embellum is ill, she said that maybe we can get away, I tell her yeaaah Ayy, i got it like this. she ain't fun to trip and serve
and they drop burning hot bleed nigger bleed till you start feeling cold you know you niggers really don't serve a purpose unless you learn to follow all
We ain't never had a problem getting ho's to fuck Suck dick, lick, spit from the shoulders up I let this nut get all over her Another thick bitch kissing all
All rhymers with Alzheimer's line up please All mamis with mind freeze please line up please All bloggers with comments please, I come in peace Let's
drug dealing motherfucker damn Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride through the sky I use to play the hall up fifth floor me And my boys we all
's right, you in luck ma You see me cruisin' down, better step inside Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride First come, first served basis You
Last night I got served a little bit too much of that poison, baby Last night I did things I'm not proud of and I got a little crazy Last night I met
, took all this cash its too heavy. Im so confused, dont have a clue, man, what to do. Should i rob him, or should i serve him, you know the rules, I
nigga holiday My Nigga DJ Holiday Chea Bricks, all white bricks Off white bricks, light tan bricks Just hit a lick, for fifty more bricks Ballin' like a bitch, with all
it, and I can't blame 'em Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow I'm gettin' it in, letting these bills fall All over your skin I got money
it, you deserve the change all she want is a few furs of fame pop champagne , wear the chain nah me and T ain't letting them wear the chain unless she likes all
fear police cars Experience stage, it's knowledge Eye bloody up from di streets and college But when di whole a we share one sausage Serve a now and
gon' be packed Pay me in advance and make sure that iti??s exact My ex girli??ll probably show up for the simple fact That tomorrow she can tell all of
tigers jumping at some mad dignity but passionately we'll be oh finding ways without words to sing and to purr loving without declarations stuttered and slurred elephants blurred nerves resisting urges serve
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