behind my back not a word to my face you don't know what this means you sound so fucking dumb you don't know what this means live your shit life
whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know - that's the new shit The type of shit that
category? Or you're the kind that won't bleak 'Cause you don't think, yo, shit stinks Luckily I haven't had a drink 'Cause I'll down you ass Than I
, these niggas wanna bury me Your bitch wanna mary me Rollin’ more than a cherokee Don’t, I drive what I want, and what I ain’t drivin’ I don’t want Let it be known (let
] You the kind of girl to eat a dick up raw and drink a 40 through a straw And I love ya, cause you're down to get dug and your man don't know you're
J And we sling at soccer fields the yay They don't respect that, don't get your minds around You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that I send em
know We hold it down for each other We don't waste time we get it done Why not, Why would'nt we, you know That what goes down you know You draw yours,
link with Jesus Lord have mercy Let me touch this Tease it For reasons I can't explain to you lord Cause you know my actions are censored Don't diss
Don't Care Who You Be I find If You Take A Chicks Virginity Looking At Your Phone Becomes A Misery Coz She Calls You Up More Times Than Infinty Bitch Let Me Be I Don't
whole klicko I don't ever wanna let you go It's a certain kind of feelin, you know that feelin you get When your girl right and you know what's what,
shit motherfuckin blarin It ain't loud enough man Oh these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with 'em Oh I ain't gon' play wit'cha - I ain't gon play wit
to prove Don’t talk it, walk it My niggas outside on them walkie talkies Pop that trunk Pass that dutch Let’s get crunk Baby don’t play dumb Baby don’
't Give Up) But There's Something Inside Me That's Holding On When We Don't Know Who's Right Or Wrong We Still Stay Strong Keep Movin' On ( Don't Stop
't give up) But there's something inside me that's holding on When we don't know who's right or wrong We still stay strong Keep movin' on ( don't stop
Don flow (yeah) Queen throw her nookie like Madonna nine-four, what? Y'all ain't know? Untold damage, shit I got the flow that you can't romantage Make
sell hot shit, half price off of tags I rep for them chicks that write they own shit That live just like a live, to write they own shit Its 2001 bitch
I'm jokin' Don't know but still blink off like fo'-fo's but so-so, slow mo's comin' in like the po-po's Don't want rocks comin' at me the wrong way
me what y'all know [Q-Tip] Close the door, 'ight, let a nigga rock Cause we 'bout to eat real shit, not shit slop Nigga can't say shit about this
