Vergi? nicht, Vater, wenn du frierst: Ich bin wie du geworden. Ich la? mich nicht und la? mich nie mit lauten Lugen morden. Vergi? nicht, Mutter, wenn
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: Vergi? nicht, Vater, wenn du frierst: Ich bin wie du geworden. Ich la? mich nicht und la? mich nie mit lauten Lugen morden. Vergi? nicht, Mutter,
go yo When she shake her booty get up out the way yo I'm oh so serio, really doe, silly bro, neva know, see it in a video T.O.P got crazy doe, blazin
, "why he talkin all that cash?" (cash) I write my lyrics in the crib as big as Carlton's dad's Was happy broke but super rich and they like "boy he mad
, it's goin down That I be overseas gettin them G's fall out please, you know it's goin down Lil Wayne's song describe my smallest bank account silly
and my sisters and brothers gettin' ready for bed Can't wait to get toys for all the break bread Mom's in P. Miller jammies and pop's silk Santa Claus
stuck him right there. And little black boys, and little white girls will one day hold hands together. Shit. Is that where it's at?Is that where it's
the line, Plentys in me, any guinea's with em bigger than a mini and remind I'm Illie and it's all off G piece and a P... G walk by beep beep, With a
truth Hell needs to fuck with me, 'cause really Just look at me Everything about me looks silly If I pissed ... scalp me up in Philly While he's shouting up like P
-dragged him Dodged to the room and whipped out the magnum Slim, trim, also light skin Now P-P-Peter put the pipe in Yes sir I am that bitch Fuck U Silly
smoke all a nigga's weed And still move at a nigga's speed Never a victim of a nigga's greed Especially if she runnin' round with a nigga's seed [Chorus] [P
from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uh) shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money.. now let's get it (Let's get it) [G-Dep] Creep with your people
a gangsta, outlaw; indoor, outdoor Nigga tell me, right, Loon goin south paw (that's right) It's Bad Boy we don't give a fuck about y'all (that's right
got nothin to lose Hope to hear from you soon P.S. I'm still not over you Still not over you [verse 2] Excuse me, I really didn't mean to ramble on But there's
thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S(Memphis) H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less Come prepared