shatter Broken pieces that represent my mind Broken pieces keep fallin' from my heart 'Cause I know what I'm feeling And I know what is real Broken pieces
shatter Broken pieces that represent my mind Broken pieces keep fallin from my heart Cause I kno wat I'm feeling And I kno wat is real Broken pieces
Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner ups I don't feel I done enough so I'ma keep on doing this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish Six
a plane u hotter then da other flame, Gotta piece model with a nice T-Frame, baby girl like to dance off lil wayne, D.J can you bring that back, lil mama
my arm Gotta keep a piece of mine, hot cherry balm, lip locking with a dime I make bitches scream for me like I'm Lil Jon Last king to flow, sweeter then
the packs M-I-Yayo I'm gettin' cake hoe If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece A grand for the bitch
make a million Vibrate love an' happiness in this ghetto maze Hate us playaz, got this ryhme stayin' in a rage Kill wit a pill, broke game like Nintendo
me as just a joke until you look into my..Look in my life I'll go to college come on and look into the broken mirror and I've been broke in pieces and
up and let a nigga poke I'm a show you what it is not to be a window shopper Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada All you gotta do is break
he tried it And I ain't hatin', you need some room to breathe And I could be your ventilation You need a lil lovin' Just a lil' stimulation A hug, a lil' kissin' And a lil
iron I'ma roll wit em Mama don't pray for me I don't back down from no nigga They got a place for me Lil Wayne: See I want millions, hundreds and big
, showing love (And showing love) Say it's about to go down You got money in your city (Money in your city) And the mamas looking pretty (Mamas looking
of that [unverified] but I'll take a lil' of dat [unverified] Step and I'll cut your breath short like it's bestis Should've had your mama sayin, "Lord, mama
piece like i said she bought me a chain and a piece you bring daddy all the moneys k capishe i got a gift for you let chow you what i brung ya broke
My money's empidemic, it multiply fast I'm grinding in the cut like a piece of broken glass Addicted to the hustle allergic to being broke Never falling
lil' mamas dipping) You gotta march like a soldier (Now on my block we just march) You gotta walk it like you talk it (We got the lil' mamas dipping
Got my own car and my own crib, i see why you want me to meet ya mama den(mama den). Ya neva had a flava like this..a lil Ga Peach wita lil Southern twist
