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Translation: Sinatra, Frank. I Got Plenty Of Nothing.
shots at us that is only obvious the first album I vomited, the second I colonic'd it aint nobody f-cking with me, I plutonic'd it bet I got some slippers
but who are you fixin' to be Let them muthafuckas know its plenty fish in the sea And he sweatin' me just cause I got the tightest hole But I couldn'
is or how high I am Or how I would kill for him for him to know it I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back So it's only right that I right till
is what I tell God I made it, upgraded, man I found me a dream and I chased it I was wasting time in and out of cages Now I?m in that S6, feels like
I heard I roll with Dre, everybody show me love When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love But homie ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up I
what I've waited for Hurry up and come on in and close the door I'm about to get up on it Feed me girl cause I'm so hungry Got plenty money but I'm still
a drag. Me and the fellas just got a little stoned. I got a little drowsy and I couldn't find my way home.' She says, 'Yeah, I know.' ...SHE KNOWS
Long as I'm alive and breathing, Braveheart to the graveyard I'm the William Wallace of this shit Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man
plenty open toes I'm feelin' down that's when I go out And shop till I drop everywhere that I want 'Cause nothing feels better than spending my treasure On me, finally, I
? Where the fucking felons, where my dogs at? Uh, I got that Archie Bunker And it's so white I just might charge you double I think I'm Big Meech, Larry
) Where the fucking felons, where my dawgs at? (uh) I got that archie bunker and it's so white I Just might charge you double I think I'm Big Meech, (
This song's just six words long This song's got nothing to say But I'm recording it anyway I know that if I put my mind to it I know I can find a good
I wanna be black but with my mustache I look Mexican I learned how to spit rhymes from reading green eggs and ham I talk plenty shit so that must make me hard I
I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Uh, pick it up JJ one time I can't get him out of my hair Had the
