going under What have I got to do to make you see My girlfriend is a wannabe And she wants to be She wants to be She wants to be me
under, what have I got to do to make you see My girlfriend is a wannabe And she wants to be She wants to be She wants to be me
m going under What have I got to do to make you see My girlfriend is a wannabe And she wants to be She wants to be She wants to be me
don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God Please don't let me be bitchin holdin no regular job Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Burp, belch, then go back for a second helping Can you dig what I'm sayin' man, can you smell me? I want you to feel me like my step father felt me Fuck
drink his Blood I thought I outta drink this bath water That outta be fun That's when my days of serial murder man slaughter begun The sight of blood excites me That might be
me Told me you hate me, you gon' hate me more When you find out you can't escape me whore (Chorus 1) 'Cause the more you put me through The more it makes
wanna resort to violence of any sort But why's she shoving me for? Doesn't she love me no more? Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the door? Man
want yo busta ass here... [Storm] We Outlaw Ridahs, thugs til we die, sistas gettin' they groove on... [2Pac] Call me a muthafuckin' trouble maker, send me to jail, but watch me
fast (c'mon!) With a number in your hand, hot ass (hold up!) Shorty actin' just like she had a hit (on me!) Fuckin' while shorty's busy shakin' her shit (on me
get broken Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and... People always askin me, how your shit be sellin For makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melon Police throwed me
) She done flunked about fifteen somethin colleges Your opinion is irrelevant as a XXL columnist So tell that breezy she better be a skater (skater) She
me rollin They hatin Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin
fits Yo chick still want me even though she pregnant Run game on a trick like check this She seen the atm recipt and got and got wet with shit She in
feelin' Don't hate on me or play with me These Mafia boys be killin' They call my Juicy J, I got dat SK that be drillin' You fuck with me you might get
sure he got all the yea, aight? I'm tired of you niggaz, be thinkin that you usin me Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me I'm
