, baby, I I'm your biggest fan I'll follow you until you love me Papa-paparazzi Baby, there's no other superstar You know that I'll be Papa-paparazzi Promise I
up Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up And nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up Look in my eyes, I'm not scared Sucka, you heard what I
I mean it Then you'll feel it when I'm gone I said I'm done, enough of your love I said I'm done, enough of your love I'm up ?til 3 o'clock in the mornin
hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentence'n I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt And I'll kick that hoe, punt Forced trauma
Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now Like the World's interrupting my song, with an interlude can't
I said, ?You're all that I have and you're all that I need" Each and every day I pray to get to know you please I want to be close to you, yes, I'm so
journey up in the stars where I live at Where I fuck Jane, Judy Jetson, and that robot bitch-ah Grab onto the cape and uhh I said before I took her Don
slow song nigga I got closer decided I should check it I saw Jasmine and one of them kids dancin' buck naked So I got the gat so I have no interference
't stop, and it won't stop Cause I'm Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking I'm not a wannabe pimp, I never simp Since I started walking I
with gully Hot topic, I'm the one they wanna talk on A thin line between love and hate is what I walk on And every song I ever dropped was a right move
I play it by ear, I love to steer The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there I grab the beer, but not in the ride 'Cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink
math if I was black I woulda sold half I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln high school to know that But I can rap so fuck school I'm too cool to go
beat yer ass legally I get you blunted off of funny home grown 'Cause when I smoke out I hit the trees harder than Sonny Bono Ohh no, so if I said I
be broke as fuck I feel like I'm walking a tight rope without a circus net I'm popping perkasets, I'm a nervous wreck I deserve respect but I work a
aint nothing wrong cause aint nothing wrong Im not as fast, I'm not as tall but before I pass I gotta ball I gotta ball I gotta ball n-gga I gotta ball
sermon, hears my confession I get dressed with my burner jeesh, I know that aint right but I know when shits weak, try livin on my.....so before I fall
to take so I Kept my mind fried Slept for most of mine Soon as I closed my eyes Then I woke up behind Thinking either I load up these nines Or blow up
't hope And I know when their last tears cry goodbye I'ma just chill, lay low and stay breezy I hear these streets is so greasy That's why I get high I
