good good she Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her with her attractive ass you get her them matching bags i get her to pack them bags get straight
my arteries These poor playa haters are the motivators but I get my paper, paper Same rappers that hate us call for verses so we can take from them Critics, we can't escape for them
Whose fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out
't see none them niggaz I roll with CEO and stock brocka niggaz While you be riding around town with the brokest niggaz I'm filthy rich, my money talk
am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let you ass talk Young Money eatin
done made a lot of money you kno We gon see mo money (We gon see mo money) Ha But a We got one thing in common tho nigga I?m gon let them kno tho [Bow
talk, let em watch, take a pic, let it click, they can say what they want but it don?t mean sh-t, let em talk, let em watch, take a pic, let it click
Glands, Paris, Tokyo, N-N-New York, M-M-M-Mexico Stay plastic woo ooh Stay tragic woo ooh Proclamation of emancipation Oh dear lord, please let me
is y'alls anthem I like them light-skinned girls with that dark skin I love chocolate girls, stand up, this is y'alls anthem Talkin' 'bout hips, talkin' 'bout thighs Talkin
Now i'm hangin up, I chop it up chop it up I'm laughin out loud If your wanna say somemthing text or nothin I let my fingers do the talk,talk,talkin,
for this is my theme park My minds shine even when my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my side you dont wanna hear that thing talk Let the king talk check
't talk to strangers (Don't talk to strangers) Don't do all the thinking with your little head like mamma said Just like mamma said and my mamma said Don't talk
the steam (come on) A-town, we release the kings (yeah, this is the remix) [Slim of 112 (P. Diddy):] Let me tell you what I wanna do (yeah) Let me show
bring them out with no ID Them boys they bring them out like I'm T.I.P. (Chorus) Come here girl Let me creep in your world Let me see the backside
so mad? Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK,
the same Chorus: Puff Daddy singing What do you do when they love you? (Let's) "live your life" What do you do when the love turns cold? (Let's
a motherfucker Let's make a movie, two superstars To big body coupes avatars The marriage niggaz stay and they e-condo large I stay in Louis bed spuds camouflage Let
Let it go (Let this angel life go) Let yourself go (Time is passin' 'til the cops come) Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and