(Can I get it back?) No, I can't, all my time (Can I get it back?) No, I can't so all your rings (Can I get it back?) No, you can't, all you gave (Can
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me I laugh, I get all C**y like b**h go run me a bath. [Tulisa:] So you wanna play it like that, But baby I can get back, You don't wanna feel my, Ouch
f**ked the rest Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G [Verse 1: Yung Joc] You can catch me in the A Check my DNA What can I say? I'm a G 100% all da way The block
You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my a-k I'm still the thug that you
pretend like it was all-good Like I didn’t live starring in a notebook Like I did the things I probably knew I should But I didn’t have neighbours that
how i do when i get on the scene Santa Clause "SC" what i call his name He gimmie too much...I think Santa got craaaazy But anyways thanks for all them gifts I
ya friends oh no you thought I was tryna get wit you but I was really lookin at your friend (I really want the digits from your friend) [2nd verse] When i
I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 2:] G.I.B. we keep
please give it up so I can live it up Just like the rich but I still eat grits I don’t know karate But I can still beat the dog shit out of nazis You
Caps gotta get pealed Cause "the nigga ya love to hate" still can "kill at will" It ain’t no pop cause that sucks And you can new jack swing on my nuts
with K's, glocks, and MAC's Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga [Lil' Wayne]
please I hit it she sucked it Hit it she sucked it and sucked it I got tired of the pussy and now I said fuck it Say boo I gotta ride My baby moma beepin
2: (B.G.)] If drama come to me then it come for that i got two glocks and a k with a drum that's what i ride with not what i got got ducked off the mac
S.A. Where my president is B-L-A-C-K Where my president is B-L-A-C-K Where my president is B-L-A-C-K I was born and raised in the U.S.A. And all i wanna
in B.K not at all 4 pound leave ya face on the wall R.I.P in memory of Never show thy enemies love We get it on where we live Better have a pass when
[Chorus 2X: Pimp C sample] I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights I get tore up, I get tore
I don’t know what they hate me foe; I get cake fa-sho And I don’t know how to take it slow I’m the type to get right, stay in the limelight Nicki Minaj
