(feat. Platnum) Girl: H'Two'O Theres Something Everytime i know baby its so true Girl: I just wanna talk to you and tell you how i feel everytime
days.. got me thinkin Bout better days Better days, better days, better days Heyyy! Better days Got me thinkin bout better days Verse Two: Thinkin
up your people I’ll put they body on the stretcher, carry they ass out Call the ambulance [rampage] Catch sixteen to remove your organs H-2-o ridin round
said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread I said I'd rather get some bread, I said I'd rather get some bread [Verse 1] Ay, it's two hundred
drop for a minute, bootleggers told me they need me Looks like the whole region is ready to BCD me Clowns in the H tryna act like they wanna see me I
time while y'all fallin behind Tryin to relight ya lime, its a crime when I drop ??? design That tick it, tick boom, blow your mind Yeah me, M-E-T, H, the O
can see your face. And remember hearing someone call your name... My candles are crying... O-o-o-o-h! My candles are crying... O-o-o-o-h! They're crying
of the suckers I done ganked I get away from a copper Drop a dime, I’ll break you off somethin proper With the l-e-n-c-h-m-o-b T-bone and that’s j.d.
) I’m solo, you ask how I’m living Still dropping more shit than a pigeon With the l, the e, the n, the c, the h, The m, the o, the b, the great Lyrics
T It is what you are baby Da H, da O, da N, da E, Y are you so fine? Da B, da O, da O, da M I feel I need to get with him See you so fine I want your
the song so they bitch dont hear me (whaaaaaaat) Let me find out niggas jealous Hot, yo the best told us that we can get you jealous H - O - T - B - O
Them niggas mad 'cause they riches ain't like my riches [Murphey Lee] A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy The civilized jewel boy I got not one, two
Basslines affect me when my rhymes direct me Forgive the crowds O Lord they know not why they sweat me Biting's against the law in the place that I
't see me getting hard She told me take this cap of G.H.B. with a gulp of Mountain Dew With glee so I can possibly end my existence G.H.B. ain't no
ninety three Come on You about ready to do it over there You ready too You about ready to do it over there You ready I said one two three four In slow
mad 'Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be We got the shit, Mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights The heaters in the two-seaters, with two
Baby, you looking fine I have you open all night like you I.H.O.P. I take you home, baby, let you keep me company You gimme some of you, I give you some
