for the Yankees, Did it all for New York and this love no need to thank me, Millz [Verse 3 - Tyga] Uhh, fast money I don't slow dance, Young Money muthafucka
's been on her since 10 and it's almost 2 Walking through the party with his dick on the roof Tryin' to catch a little freak in the mini skirt She can dance
Charlie Brown is CLASSIC! Milo in the Dance is CLASSIC! Backspin is CLASSIC Cut to the Monitor, Monitor to the Cut, what? Milo in the Dance Bust this
hoe! [Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez] Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck [Verse 3: SPM] Money and the
guard the bitch up Bout to get your world crowded by them soldiers in the chucks You some real ass niggas, some down ass niggas Say them 3rd ward niggas, say them 3
sky, Up in the sky Very high, high Beenie: Yuh ready fe blast Minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Beenie: Ready
money turn haters into that barmen fluid My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10 Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben [Muder Mase - Verse 3] You know you
, sillier than vic said, soulja boy and arab, you should see my eleven year old daughter do they dance, I call it the nay nay dance proud to be nay nayi
,Trigger, Whatever Pumm You Dont Want Naw Dega 3 Thou I'm Like Jury Duty Your New To This Part Of Town Your White Tee Well To Me Looks Like A Nightgown
Well, I been trippin' for 10 hours on 3 hits of liquid microdot (I'm on acid, acid) Gettin' chased around the car by some midgets in the parking lot (
25 grand fat pockets look at my pants we too deep look at my clan polo clothes look at my brand dro i came here to look at ya'll dance they say
dem crack fans standin around like a rock show just bought a dime now they screaming out fa 5-0 dime piece collection in the Tec I got the air hole what you looking
Jerome in the house, Thinking back to my Martin years, Now the Aston Martin doors open like Martin's ears, White top black shoes on the drop, Martin got it looking
Cybernetic dream; Something like you've never seen. [Beep! Beep!] [Beep! Beep!] 4. He knows every dance; Preprogrammed romance When he looks at
Be careful, steppin to foxxx and you'll blow it Blast the music, see what you're missin Stop (stop) look (look) and listen [ verse 3 ] Yo, kut terrorist
looking real fit let's chill for a little bit i know you wanna get with me girl you know i'm not free 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 come on let me hit
19 Matthew 27:24, Matthew 28:1-10, Mark 5:1-43 Mark 14:3-9, Mark 14:51-52, Luke 1:35-45 Luke 2:1-20, Luke 2:36-38, Luke 7:2-10 Luke 8:26-39, Luke 19:1
for cornrows, niggas in Timbos hey (I got old Timbos mama, let me, let me, can I hit that?) Oh Lord, look nigga (C'mon mama let me hit that) Get the fuck
