all I know, all I know is You are my only one, you are my only one You are my only one, that's all I know, you're all I know Break another mirror to
Cause all I know, all I know is You are my only one, you are my only one You are my only one, that's all I know, you're all I know Break another mirror
he ever caught my eyes We just need time, some time to connect What I'm telling you now, hope you never forget I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you And all
Bout' 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time while these hoes Choose on the Attic Crew, my girl
the spot, plus everything tight Gave em' all my shit, pulled over to the right And what was said in my head "Now I'm all fucked up" Like my square, sir tell me what is all
my fault Look me in the eyeball Next time I'm pissed I'll aim my fist At the dry wall Next time There will be no next time I apologize masteroff.org
no-one here at all, behind these castle walls [T.I.] Honestly to me, I think I’d lose every benefit of all that I’ve accomplished If my key is never
m startin' to live like a recluse and the truth is, Fame startin' to give me an excuse, to be at a all time low. I sit alone in my home theatre, watchin
Chorus Coughing Bitches Getting sick Chorus: That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how
106 All the radio stations that be bumpin my shit Makin my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe This go out to all the magazines that supported me All
seeds Help me guide them out Had to change my whole lifestyle Married my baby's momma Made her my wife now I'm tryin' hard y'all Maybe in time I'll be
the Rich: there's only one thing they're good for Eat the Rich: take one bite now - come back for more Eat the Rich: I gotta get this off my chest Eat
got his only one and split it.Lit it up wit my nephew.and now i'm floatin.My crown is broaken.soakin up my soal.sippen styraphone cups.choken now i'm low
're my shorty seem like you're the only real one who really know me so this song is dedicated to my one and only an angel with them eyes and them honey
key to set my whole race free You might debate we, a refugee No harm hurt me Dying, thirsty from the struggle To my own hustle bubble On the low, woe
Quaker Oat Grits Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks On the low, I still rock my Girbauds See the show, I got my nickel plated fo'-fo' All my rough
