in your country home, happy boys! Come and sing my song! FUCKIN SUCKIN YOURE STRAIGHT OUTTA LUCK IF YOU DONT GOT SOMETHING COLD COFFEE AND TEXAS TEA ASHES TO ASHES NO ONE
it, get fucked New York coppers get drunk Buckeyed vicars go slow Move your pieces, you're junk Porsche and drivers, same Jane You're so hot, just one
love that girl) He ate my heart (Wanna talk to her, she's hot as hell) He ate my heart (I love that girl) He ate my heart (Wanna talk to her, she's hot
on my Samsung I'm busy fucking the world and givin' the universe my damn tongue Crazy muthafucka, I am one, b-but the crazy thing is I began one A-all
Cataracs She's hot on a rainy day Don't drown Call me up I can save you now Lick your feet and kiss your mouth Swisha sweet, I got you out There's only one
be careful when you pick fights. And that's what I've learned in this business, you just never know - (Lil' Kim): SHUT THE FUCK UP! Who the fuck want
, get caught, nigga kick rocks You never did blend in with the big shots On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops I just laugh at, nigga wishin' they were this hot
, hot girl, hot girl, hot girl She's a hot hot girl, hot girl, hot girl, hot hot girl She's a hot girl Hot hot Hot hot hot Hot hot Hot hot hot
ain't there The more hits we make, more money to burn The more fame we get, niggas get concerned It don't matter who's hot, who's out Bad Boy is back
don't wanna see a nigga flash the rocks And pop up in the flashy drop - motherfuckers Niggas know me, Loon's a gunslinger Fuck fightin' a nigga, I'm usin' one finger Catch one
stop Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that (That's right) Leave a nigga with a hot
goin two hundred miles an hour WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?! (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language) The nigga climbin out the fuckin car! (One
t really wanna stop Eh eh Verse One: Puff Daddy Yeah yeah, uh-huh, check it out, yeah, c'mon Whether you like it hard or the live guitars Anything dropped if it's hot
trying to get my money, right Don't fuck wit my money I won't fuck wit your money If you fuck with my money I make you like one of them presidents Feel
doin, because Right That's my mans and them, ya know I feel ya Now ya feel me? I feel ya So you know when you fuckin with me Right, right You fuckin
: I feel like this. Approach me with beef, get done. I shoot through pants, no chance to pull for your gun. Man, a lot of ya'll cats can't stand that one on one
the fuck do you believe in? Say goodbye to the bad guy 'Zy rollin' with my cat eye, dead eye Ain't afraid to flame a rat up But I hot out fathom My
