't need you no more. I'm so much better for it. I'm so much better for it. I'm so much better for it.
cracker made it better Poindex the flex to track by busta With a little bit of sore from the crackerjack store Still at will For field up the skill for
play no games I won't tease you and it won't stall you But don't you think it's all you? If you want SEX than it's all you! And NO I don't want your
extension For veteran rappers that are better than half of The shit comin’ out right now, it’s all trash This torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed Jay said it
’m wit with with it, she with it, She not sure she put it down Come get get get it, the business, I hi hit it, whose is it The Benz with the windows
is my minority report Can't say we better off than we was before In synopsis this is my minority report [Verse 2 - Ne-Yo] So many times I'm, covering
got it, I got it, I got it I love it when she say Its cool I got it, I got it, I got it [Ne-Yo] I love it cause she got her own She don't need mine,
{Intro: Tech N9ne} Hey All you haters stop! Whew, man This beat is uh What Rick rocker T-9 E-40 Jellysickle yo {Verse 1: Tech N9ne} They hate it when
it chief, right Stepping on the leafs right, to reach heights Th-th-th-that I never seen, it's so so evergreen Some use it for medicine, or to write better
that And tonight, let's enjoy life Pitbull, Nayer, Ne-Yo That's right [Ne-Yo / Nayer - Chorus] Tonight I want all of you tonight Give me everything tonight For
Jack, New Jack hustler Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler Ne-Ne-
days are over The dog days are done The horses are comin' so you better run Run fast for your mother; run fast for your father / Run for your children
I don't normally do this, But ahh, let's get it. A millionaire I am young money, But, be clear my money so grown, It got grey hair, Though this Ne-Yo
ideal nickel solos it Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it Yo, when it exposed, the flow be hold it, 'cause when that motor
cracker made it better poindex the flex to track by Busta with a little bit of sore from the Crackerjack store still at will for field up the skill for
A part of me with you [Royce Da 5'9"] It's like it's a, urban legend, his mistake Her confession; how 'bout it for a first impression How 'bout it,
you, mad gloss chick, you're way fit How you have everything in this world and waste it Prince told me it'll be okay, I'm so sick Like Ne-Yo say, I'
