ever change, uh Oh you nasty boys Nasty boys, don't mean a thing Oh you nasty boys don't mean a thing to me, uh Don't mean a thing, uh Oh you nasty boys
to the Poconos Spot picked the clothes, Hype swing the pretty pose Yamaha, hey ha may Let's split the funk, now it all spells, hey Enough enough, Ms.
my homeboy Shock, a mellow type of fellow That I knew from up the block, he walked in and said: [Shock G] Yo, what's the deal MURS? First things first
that, so we don't use protection But the night before, my wiz must of check my phone How the fuck she get the codes, I don't know Next thing, she layin
smoked salmon where she feed her cat Wife everything Diamond cut like Johnny Lex collar attached Lickin' glass bowls in her cat clothes 'Cause crazy stacks finicky thing
laughin', I spent stamps in stores Mommy, where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor Things was deep
in grade school Folded love letters with a tab that read 'Pull here' Writin? back and forth in notebooks for a full year I used to daydream about Ms
used in grade school Folded love letters with a tab that read ?pull here? Writin? back and forth in notebooks for a full year I used to daydream about Ms
, tinaan, hanchinaan So I didn't come in here to give any shouts out I came to give praise and honor and to identify my children Who've been saying and doing the right things
at a time Ynot: Well I'm a two timer of women that'll 3 times a lady Ms. Haiti say Sade and my Ms.Golper say "Yo whoop there it is" call me E cause
don't waste time, I gotta get get on it Just you and me, two glasses, sip on Patron And in the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes She walked by askin
[Verse 1 - Wale] Okay heaven sent this melody so let me sing it to ya And I call you Ms. Folarin see that got a ring, don't it And I got this thing for
wanna, support the man that's gonna Jump up on the scene deliver lyrics that are sorta mean With the cream of the crop, chubb rock will never stop Showin his intelligence quotient, things
what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat Goddamn it, what the fuck are you doin'? You can't control that goddamn boy? (What?) I just saw Ms
worst case I shoulda never called you back in the first place I remember back in high school baby you was fast Straight sex and barely move your ass But now things
Ms. Jones taught me English But I think I just shot her son 'Cause he owed me money With a bullet in the chest you cannot run Now he's bleeding in a
else and I sat next to this lady, and she was telling me some things, you know I don't remember her verbatum but I do remember some of the things she
Hey there Ms. Brown, I'm feelin' down Hey there Ms. Brown, I want you 'round Hey there Ms. Brown I want you 'round I'm feelin' down Hey there Ms. Brown