I guess it wasn't meant to be My mother said "Let her go, if it's meant to be then she'll come back eventually" WOOoo WOOoo my hands are shakin' WOOoo WOOoo My
And I guess it wasn't meant to be My mother said "Let her go, if it's meant to be then she'll come back eventually" WOOoo WOOoo my hands are shakin' WOOoo WOOoo My
in a wishing well, now wish me well Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell Word to my mama, I'm out of my Lima bean Don't wanna see what that drama
Cause I'm back to rock for you once more I don't worry about what he said or she said As long as what's said-said is done-done in my bed The Juvenile
luck, good luck Break a leg, I broke my leg "Springtime for Hitler and Germany" A surprise smash "Springtime for Hitler and Germany It'll run for years
I been doin this before Nas dropped the Nasty My wallos I did 'em up Them bricks I send 'em up My raps y'all bit 'em up For that now stick 'em up Ten
been doin this before Nas dropped the Nasty My wallos I did 'em up Them bricks I send 'em up My raps y'all bit 'em up For that now stick 'em up Ten Four
at a man that would Die for his daughter, just to let her breathe And I'd definitely die for Jesus, 'cause he died for me Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder
don't make my music for no mother fucking blacks To keep Ninna's product steady runnin off the shelf I make my music for my mother fucking self Fuck
lot of tail, can generate you a lot of mail I'm the victorious, you the victom Ya gal took my lizard and licked him And my twins she kissed 'em So tell
my soul From my soul From my soul I said the music comes from my soul Sick with it games with it Till the limitsey Asher Rosh aint no joke Aint no joke (Beanie) Kiss
said, "You're a liar" I said, "I got it goin' on baby doll And I'm on fire" Took her to the hotel she said "You're the king" I said, "Be my queen if
noise Stand ready for it, you already know it She swallow it gobble Dick little bitch from Memphis In love wit my cock, she give a Jimmy a French kiss
game Hustlin' all night, keeping your money tight You think you blow us up and everything gonna be alright Man, kiss my baby make the game my wife Don't make me cock my
and stitches I jiggle jiggle 'cause it itches A hundred-mile an hour pitches I love it when the bitches be blowin me kisses *kissing sound* right back at you Spell my mother
my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my
'm ho and I'll be rippin' the fuckin' rhymes And I'll make you mother shit her pants bro So, so, you better watch your back, watch for me comin' Watch for
