missing my favorite.Its driving me crazy.And i just cant let her go. Ive got my self a girl i cant ler her go x3 And i just cant let her go. B5- I dont
missing my favorite.Its driving me crazy.And i just cant let her go. Ive got my self a girl i cant ler her go x3 And i just cant let her go. B5- I
- Wale] Don't wonder why my hours long and I never tire Because a nigga grind, well exceed a 9 to 5 Who fear of 9 to 5, seein' me again? I came through
Just why you came back again, you hate the fame Love the game, cold as ice you remain Fuck em' all, tell 'em all eat shit, here we go again So, god
taste it (taste it, taste it, taste it) [Chorus] B-b-baby tell me why tell me so I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low So I go low, taste
nigga could shine With my ice bling bling like a 9 to 5 And tell all my hoes they dont need no job [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3: (B.G)] I ride the best from
Go, go 'head Go, go, go 'head Go, go, go, go, go, go 'head Go, go, go, go, go, go 'head Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh
, never find that, Puff a dime stack Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that' Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo Getcha hoe, lick her
Tell that muh'f**ker to bring me some muh'f**kin weed for this hospital man f**k that Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez and go take
mathematical Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical Bum rush the show and grab the mic Syndicate's chilllin out tonight They let me loose and now it's war ( ? ) let
compact disc isn't the beat Than I'm gon' feature Em and get rich And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Ro' 'Cause everywhere I go they
mic for the symphony... (Attitude) Ok, ****(not understandable) Never mediocre Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a toasta On my side b***h ride unless she a Oprah B
I call her flavor of love Cuz shes willin to do anything Just to be on the t.v. Hot as ever and theres something Yall should know Told ya that I wasnt playin So in I go
her drunker than a fool, she say she had to call in, she couldn't even go to work told her come and let me put a couple hundred in her purse. (chorus
rise in your rolodex, who flow is next? Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let
tight dress Girl you a killer and aint nobody realer And aint nobody realer, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go Showtime Go, go, go, go, go, go As we proceed. [Drake] Uh, 5
hands It seems to me she had the whole world in her pants Walked behind her whispering love songs She started smiling so I handed her this bathing suit And told her
better then her tryna come up off mine I can't let her [Chorus - Bun B sampled] Go on and let a nigga peak, and let a nigga poke Go on get naked for