, baby, I was born this way Baby, I was born this way Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way I'm on the right track, baby, I was born
I was born to be his I was made for loving him The fashion of his love I'm gonna be his first and last kiss, 'Cause honey I was born to be his I was
I want your whiskey mouth All over my blond self Red wine, cheap perfume And a filthy pout Do not bring my friends Because a group doesn't matter Love
, soft Don't look my fassion First attend to a passion I walk crazy You must be silent Oh My I hear a lot Don't deny gonna sing you a lullaby Oh baby
you said to me (There's Somethin'), Somethin', somethin' about this place Somethin' 'bout lonely nights And my lipstick on your face Somethin', somethin' about My cool Nebraska guy Yeah somethin' about Baby
's killing me. So many people in agony, this shouldn't have to be Too busy focusing on ourselves and not His Majesty There has to be some type of change
baby, I was chillin' with my ladies I didn't come to get bougie, I came here to get crazy I was born to get wild, that's my style If you didn't know that, well, baby
, yeah Have you lost your mind? Tell me when you think we've crossed the line No more drugs for me Pussy and religion is all I need Grab my hand and Baby
fly Im a pilot No Im a giant Hope that youre ready when I set off the riot See my band, see my clothes Be my fan, see my show See my plan is to be so
won't let me be I got a tortured mind And my blade is sharp A bad combination In the dark If I kill a man In the first degree Baby, would you Would
say I died dead in the streets Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half a million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my
truck balley shit Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my
never stop.. One of the greatest teams that ever lived.. It's like in our blood.. We gotta be born this way.. Bad Boy baby
door Bentley Coupe Without my nigga on the passenger side? And still, I try to get money, stay fly Finish the race, holdin' my crown high I fly next to God, my
they coochie Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me My trigga niggaz represent, drivin' dirty in J-30's gettin' bent And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies I be