Boy, I know love, it don't come easy I've played my part in that scene before Never had a happy ending, maybe that's the reason I don't love anymore But
couple dollars Harry Winstone stone collars Canary yellow everything plane chartered I spolied her maybe 'cause I adored her More than fly that girls a flying saucer My Mona Lisa
m getting? in that was bad damn when i was a little kid, i?m twenty one now i?m like 21 mill f*ck it talk about, with f*ck talk it too drop town .. money
't talk to them boys, bring up my past Don't tell 'em 'bout the Macks that I stash in the grass And that ten mill' Terror Squad start up cash I'm a law
take em off she know we in the club She geeked [Sean Garrett:] They use to call me young boy Bitches call me big boy now I got my millies and milles
body, she's a hottie I ain't Slick Rick but +La Di Da Di+ And who's the fly white girl, she ain't that tall So them P. Miller jeans look like two basketballs
Beach with that top off Bad bitch and her ass soft Something out of that catalogue She introduced to that lock jaw And I think her name was Lisa
Hey, Kool-Aid and frozen pizza It's a work of art, I ain't talking Mona Lisa Dream of rocking crowds See me filling up arenas This weed got me laughing
the guap is big they talkin shit, hatin for no reason, haters is stupid...baby my flow ,leave'em so confused cause they all up bout this dumb shit Lisa
L-E-F-T-E-Y-E Hot hot 3, 5, 7, 9, 12, 15 Whole bunch of names on your credit in pubs Tryin' to be loved I'm 30 mill and a fan club What you got signed
It took so long to see All I really need is me Faith and family Has finally made me see No matter what I face All I need is me I done sold 30 mill,
the bell ring, landlord causin' a scene Mama diggin' for her green, last dolla (dolla bill) To pay for the phone bill, electric bill, water bill How you feel when you make a mill
Fill in with weed to succeed how I'm plottin' to kill ya Cowboys and neeyas, gangbangers and dopeslangers Pull the Southern angle glock 2-1 in the chamber So Lisa
South Beach with that top off Bad bitch and her ass soft Something out of that catalogue She introduced to that lock jaw And I think her name was Lisa
the God, so I be the Earths Queen Bee Bitch, Poppa keep my rich In gun tottin', keep floatin' in them automobiles Pack with steel, engines filled with Benjamins I got half a mill
, gettin' ready to +Bang Em Smurf+ (you little bitch) I here him screamin' in Compton, sound like my bitch cummin' You wasn't never fuckin' with G-Unit, quit frontin' For domination be Lisa
