my sun visor down for shade on cloudy days they would shoot up my cars I would just slide back through with new rims and a paint job flamboyant like a gold
pull my sun visor down for shade on cloudy days they would shoot up my cars I would just slide back through with new rims and a paint job flamboyant like a gold
get loose Mix that goose with absolute than they turn to Prostitutes. Thug mrs' and I'm lookin for a Thug mr. Big spenda, break bread like a real mister
for the non believes This is flavor for the non believes Check it, this is flavor for the non believes This is flavor for the non believes Mr. Soul, trunk jewels sippin' old gold
than they turn to Prostitutes. [x2] [Verse 1: KHIA] Thug mrs' and I'm lookin for a Thug mr. Big spenda, break bread like a real mister. Drop low to
Tipsy E&J brandy Mr. Greens got the whiskey Lil? kitty cat frisky I?ll fuck it Tuck it in then split Be out gold thoughts no doubt Olympus mount My count
(feat. Brotha Lynch Hung, Mr. Doctor) [Talking] The year is 1994 Black Market Records, 2001 Records, and Doomsday Productions Combined forces to create
than they turn to Prostitutes. [x2] [Verse 1: KHIA] Thug mrs' and I'm lookin for a Thug mr. Big spenda, break bread like a real mister. Drop low to your
and hit it, that was it Ron..ahem...Heroin, excuse me ya'll I'm from Virginia where the Southern draw don't mind me... [Mr. Mister] See, it's lil'
bangin Tipsy E&J brandy Mr. Greens got the whiskey Lil? kitty cat frisky I?ll fuck it Tuck it in then split Be out gold thoughts no doubt Olympus mount
