's too fast, slow it down or I quit I'm not the kind to give you a call To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 If that ain'
the ground Which means you get it when I'm around Rich niggas, black bar mitzvahs Mazel tav, it's a celebration bitches La Heim I wish for you a hundred
able to tell soon but I f-cked you right I will I f-cked you right I will I'll f-ck you like no-one has ever ever made you feel I mean it's part of our
I got pretty lady Dough is what I got Shawty Dough is what I got baby C'mon I'm, Paid, I'm Paid, I'm Paid, I'm Paid [Verse 1] Give a woman none (uh'
I need you here now I got to get you back today This time I want it all, this time I want it all Showing you all the cards, giving you all my heart
I give my heart to you; I'm not your therapist You say I'm in sin, you judge me, you stone me I can't help it if you are blind; you act like you own me
't you know it You're fit, but you're fit, but you know it You're fit but you know it I think, I'm going to fall over I think, I'm going to fall, oh,
mornin' and I feel like I don't wanna be livin', better off dead without no bread. Have you ever felt that feelin'? Unsatisfied, feelin' like you wanna die when you
shit like microchips I watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom When you're fate rotten, bitch, when I spot 'em I'ma drop 'em [Layzie] Surrounded
automatic let you have it, you don't wanna see any evil Motherfuckers, I'll take it to the people Then I will meet you at the funeral Get 'em up Bizzy
his complex Niggas were hanging out, You ready to roll? Bet I knew it was fuckery, wanted to see the money Said he never trusted me but I can understand that I
meine She's knocking at my door That little angel knows the score She's knocking at my door But I won't let her out no more I want a piece of that
Clap than clap your soul Honey askin' how many blunts I have to roll I'ma smoke 'til I'm high, drink 'til I'm drunk I'm on my tour, shit and I ain't
23 waist, pretty face, thick thigh I can do it big, I can do it long I can do whenever or however you want I can do it up and down, I can do circles To him I
and made a right Sort of how I play my broads, just how I play the mic First I cuff it, then finger fuck it Check it something rugged, other niggas be
When I drop my hip-hop, you'll be some Maytag repairmen And flip flop the fake, who thought the scored And half-assed niggas sending you back to drawing
the mess that he has dropped Into the life of lithesome JulietteBell And Romeo wanted Juliette And Juliette wanted Romeo And Romeo wanted Juliette And Juliette wanted
I know You got a cold sweat begging for the score You lose it all as you stumble to the floor Say, man, you are the saddest thing I know You keep coming