house is so damn cold 'Cause my heart don't wanna, my heart don't wanna let go Oh, I'll leave the seat up and expect to hear your mouth My clothes ain
That Perfect Girl Thought I Never Could Find That In My Ghetto World Never Question My Job Never Torw Up My Rims Never Sent Up My Money Never Scoft Up My
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Like That Perfect Girl Thought I Never Could Find That In My Ghetto World Never Question My Job Never Torw Up My Rims Never Sent Up My Money Never Scoft Up My
love to drink, drunk drivin a tank Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke I think I'll up my high by slittin
TV in the middle of my STEERING WHEEL It's my car's birthday so we BLOWIN THEM CANDLES More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle Got my name
. You wear your heart on your sleeve. I sport that white tank boy. But you got a hard on for me. What you hollerin my name for. It's your bitch on my
quiet you can hear a muh'fucking dog whistle while I walk by 'Colt Seavers' on a mule, stuntin on that ass like the fucking Fall Guy I don't gas my Mercedes
happy and gleeful (hehehe) like when my teacher sucked my wee-wee in preschool (Woo!) The ill type, I stab myself with a steel spike while I blow my brain
that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke I think I'll up my high by slittin
van Rock so much ice, I'm called jack frost man And while we sippin' on cris', you sippin' backwash man Your team got heart, but your heart's in my hand
the Moon One small step for man But a giant leap for mankind The mighty Apollo prevailed The Eagle has landed I go back to my warm bed, back to my
I had a forty-ounce on my coaster You know I want to hit that west coaster Candy car blue, that's the Hou on my roadster And the same color on my low
for you". My intuition, I should, have listened to it, my girl, yo, she'd be pissed if she knew about this visit... She had a tank top on, I took her
You know a lot of girls be thinkin' my songs are about them This is not to get confused, this one's for you Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted
to find you, tried to track you down But my phone didn't make a sound I know you hear me now Now the show has started And we're on the road My tank is
west side I can't study war Yep I can't study war Uh Can i talk my shit again Even if i dont hit again Dog are you fucking kidding My hat, my shoes, my
fuck ya plan And all my bitches know that's my plan O god damn there's my sound, po-play likes it's my band Gotta get it cleared suck my dick with red
