Music: Brian, Lyrics: Tony] Lies, lies. Everything was lies... Not one truth, everything was a disguise from the start to the end. You were killing me
: Brian, Lyrics: Tony] Lies, lies. Everything was lies... Not one truth, everything was a disguise from the start to the end. You were killing me from
scrapper, cat stacker, good wood packer, Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster, Platinum patrone splasher, fuck cris, spit atcha, I call it rich ignorant laughter, Black American
seat these pigs 'll get bit fooling with me quit fooling with me Bitch, you're gonna see No pistol in the seat why it always gotta be an issue when you're me
those sightless eyes Telling me no lies And knockin' me out with those american thighs Takin' more than her share Had me fightin' for air She told me
'Cause you know it's what you're good at The low road for the fast track Make every second last Cause I got your picture I'm coming with you Dear Maria, count me
anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip My nigga hit me with the latest, greatest He told me
:] We're the kids in america, We're the kids in america, Everybody live for the music around, We're the kids in america, we're the kids in america
the easy take But you looking so good to them, that they told me tell me pass Never told me slow it down, the rims keep on moving fast When I'm driving
do Call you and you can call me Whatever you wanna do baby [Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x (You, could, roll, wit, me) You call if you wanna bump over me
(feat. Lil Wayne) [Lil Wayne:] Look At Me Bitch Look At Me Bitch Look At Me Bitch I'm An American Superstar [CHORUS: x2] [Flo Rida:] I Got Guns For
Girl I gaurntee I can make you go numb numb numb numb I got enough bread to take me and you to London And back to America and all over the country She make me
If you don't understand me, if you don't feel me then you ain't real, in my eyes And that's all that count to me, you know? (Woman) So, is your music
why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you Don't blame me, society changed me You haul
dancing to a new beat and it came to me in bed My veins became a strain of light that I let to flow instead And a wish came to me like Peter Pan at
give me that, ain't no sense in callin' back Fuck you think they sell me for, fuck you think they find me at Damn right American, I'm gonna need a bigger
pose If you wanna go far, if you wanna be a star Then you gotta bring it, cha-ching The all American Dream Is getting fifteen for free The all American
Goods strapper, cat stacker, good wood packer Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster Platinum Patron splasher, fuck Cris, spit atcha I call it rich ignorant laughter Black American