me, There's no way you can hold me, You can't control me just let me be me I don't need no pick-a-me-up, No putting me down, Treating me nice,
hurt me, There's no way you can hold me, You can't control me just let me be me I don't need no pick-a-me-up, No putting me down, Treating me nice
it, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I apply pressure
y'all Chamillionaire.com, log on and let me know what the business is And if you trying to get in contact with me You can call me at 832-514-4730 Yeah
me make me out in it ohhh But if you buy me the car I don't only want to ride (I want you)(Then show me what you got) Put me in overdrive Nicole: uh
drop a tear but no emotions from a king Shall be So I be who I be Dats me, dats Weezy F. Baby and Please say da motherfucking So I be who I be Dats me
person she expected to be They just stared He said you love me for me? You can do without the cars, vacations, and jewelry? Down with me? Period. Through
bruh, I'ma tell you on some real shit homie You know what I'm sayin', you can't let this shit get to you dog Know what I'm sayin', it aint no pressure
Tell me, do you want it? Wanna know what it's like to be me? Picture me wildin', fiendin', reaching for tools Straight flipping, losing my cool Now picture me
gonna be okay Yeah! Its a party in the USA! Yeah! Its a party in the USA! Let the beat rock Let the beat rock Let the beat rock Let the beat rock
put that thing on me I can't let you best of me (x2) (Let you get the best of me, the best of me, the best of me) (Jay-z:) 5-4-3-2-1 Carolina blue kits
pressure out of pressure, I'm loadin, blow you up Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's tha heartz of men and we'd tested stress, wanna be blessed
pardon my nigga but how do you know me I roll in your city and people be pinnin me yo but some nigga just told me He put in your record and you was disrespecting
thinkin', Jigga let's get this motherfucking cash nigga Well if it's a money thing let's get this motherfucking money man And then I said to Jigga, let
be It ain't no studio up in me And all that bullshit I'm hearin' you talk only offends me And lately I'm under a lot of pressure It seems to me you
gun, and I ain't got one, I might let you push me Can I live, no one man can stop me Can I live, no front-line can block me Can I live, it's enough
new house I got bills to pay, no time to be fake Eating top rump don't fuck with steak Don't be jealous of me 'cause it's well known I could slip in
