t need a fire I can't think of a word that describes you better Than indescribable Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold Ain't that a lot of
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city that blends and mends and tests Since 911 we're still livin' And lovin' life we've been given Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us Were lookin
And she ain't like too much of stick, but got tha right mouth So I took it anyway But aye I'm a playa, don't need ya (ughh) anyway OK, let's talk about
lost a lot of weight Tell 'em I'm out on the road With some old rock and roll band Living like a gypsy can Just don't tell 'em I've gone crazy That
king sack And I ain't never goin' back, sike I love the life Standin' under the street lights tryin' to get off that white At a reasonable price nah, I ain't
, like working that 9 to 5 Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get that That street money, that street, that street money That street money, that street, that
turnin' to a jungle Comin' out a 4-door Benz and I spend a lot for show No, no, don't spend a lot contend with a men Lookin' at my watch like a meal
makin' mils wit' it I ain't mad but that shit wasn't me Had to get up off that jewelry and crystal, couldn't talk that They my niggaz though, I ain't mad, I ain't
know why, brother? Because I got it like that A: uh huh G: I ain't jokin', I ain't playin', it's just my brother I got it like that A: a ha ha Verse
Three, the one they call Baby Huey The one that gets all the money All the money Maybe that's right A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang A little
, it takes a lot of lovin' And a little money to be a friend of mine But baby, if you know how to shake that thing I'll try to squeeze a little time '
throne, the top, I'm alone If you ain't close to a billion, take yo broke ass home Motherfucker You ain't got enough money You ain't got enough money
what you get for tellin niggaz that you better than 'Bis Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable The audible probability probably ain't
we working I ain't a custy or a patron and trust me no one would be paying To come in this crusty ass club, if I ain't playing He's like "I'll put you
us, Globetrotter nigga When you see a plus sign in front of like twelve numbers on your cell that's me callin to tell you that I ain't at home (yeah)
don't give a What about that Grip that thang Cock that back You don't wanna be (GONE) Another goner (GONE) In the game (GONE) Another soldier (GONE) In a
's a lifestyle I wouldn't recommend Wild 'n out on a level Nic Cannon couldn't comprehend (Fuck out of here) We made a lot of friends and even more enemies
