him done *** with the family, I'ma give him some Spent that co'ner, he didn't run Sunday had a whole church singin' a song "Why'd they have to send
done Fuckin' with the family I'ma give him somethin? Spent that co'ner, he didn't run Sunday had a whole church singin' a song "Why'd they have to send
switch it to the trey-duce In my back pocket, so me and love can stay loose It's like thugs ain't partyin', I smoke 20 dimes I seen 20 dimes I love
'd probably laugh at me You'd expect me to tell you tales Of friends I'd made ran into trouble with And all those sorts of things If you ask me what songs
Waka flocka i love money an she love me back, money in my stomach gat me lookin like im fat, ,gatta big ass staack , watch the striper bring me sacks
gotta house full of chicks like the Playboy home, Wrappin' up my lifestyle and I smash this song Twizzy [Verse 6 - Nicki Minaj] I'm in that cotton pink
mother f*****) wait wait wait wait (wait a minute mother f*****) wait wait wait (breezy) girl i wanna make ya sing like opera gotta cold? here tha dose. Ima ya doctor pink
Party everywhere girl Wake me up in San Francisco Where the love is in the air All the people stop and stare Baby, take me back to the city of love (
take me home?? Me too! Man, she was in the Chi singin? that same song! Is that true?! And I thought it was true confessions then she said ?I love you
Yeah Fuck ya want from me See I love my thugs but I'm a terrorist nigga And Imma terrorize ya ass till gone for miles pana What, bitch ass nigga I jeopardize
Yeah, woo, shit Aight Guess what? I ain't coming in yet I'll come in a minute Aye yo, this is my love song It goes like this Back when Mark Walhberg
', same cryin' and sobbin' Same song and dance Same diggin' and pleadin', same yellin' and bleedin' Same song and dance Yeah, same song and dance I know, same song
on the freeway of love In my pink Cadillac We goin' ridin' on the freeway of love Wind's against our back Ain't we ridin' on the freeway of love In my pink
have been sitting on a time bomb No revolution maybe someone somewhere else Could show you something new about you and your inner song And all the love and all in love
send the voice of activism now n***ers aint eating like ghandi defeating the british with pacifism and the people love it, see what i mean haters i got my love
case Gimme a six pack breast implants and a plastic face Ass bangin' with them stupid thighs I like my girls petite and super-sized I got love man that
writin my gangstaz will. Bury me at the plate in Bronze Bomber's Field. Give my young guards the four horses, My babi gurls get the pink Porsches. Dookie