s more more more for me me me it's more more more for me me me it's more more more for me me me it's more more more for me me me
more broken heart for me No more tellin' your lies to me (And another one) I'm lookin' like I got my head on right, so now I see No more givin' you everything
it Shorty be so exotic she looking decent Lot of corny niggas be offering wack free shit I can't hold the heat no more yo I gotta release it What
I'm so evil, No Knievel But I stunt hard, my front yard - got horses. Think that porches from midevil, There's no way this can be legal Two hundred while I'm blunted
Keep a spare clip cause sometimes the shots don't stop It's motherfuckin' game to rap about, shits' for real Double action, ain't gotta cock back no more
fill my club Nothing dims the mood except for the lateral G4 flights, now we're off to Australia I wanna see more of the world These are more than just
playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Not for nothing, I've foreseen it, I dreamed it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me No more
death wish? I beat a mothafucka uglier than Precious Real nigga, you can find me where the X is Whippin' in the kitchen, both hands ambidextrous Recession got the hood pushin' more
You can't roll a blunt to this one You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J You gotta puff a J on this one You can't even drink Crist-OWL on this
another toke I be damn near goin broke And my girl say I?m wrong, Shit but KUSH IS MY COLOGNE Im inhalin it, exhaling it, it makes me more intelligent
means more flux Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm seeing so clear I get them bitches a prison an' feeling no fear More money means more Louis, carry
your chest like a training bra Tune talk that shit that rip straight through the kevlar Pull a bitch over, dump his ass in a reservour Real n-gga repertoire Add five or six blunts
it comes down to this recordin', Im must be LeBron James if he's Jordan No!, I won rings for my performance, I'm more of a Kobe Bryant of an artist Same
give a fuck who don't, Lock the CEO up, And I'm the CEO fuck, Prison in February and I ain't in no rush, Drink 'til I throw up, Nigga roll more blunts
poster pimpin' Yeah, I got her pinned up Hemmed up Top to the bottom, get your hands up Police at my door, knockin' Beggin' me for more, drop it Excuse me, Mr. Officer But what more
something that sound like you pissed standing up You lucky I made it up, the hood's bad enough ... your face tattered up Flash back the skunk, el producto blunt More
stars and the moon and the sky Just fall in love Let's go slow, we got all the time we could ever need We can catch a movie and possibly We can get together more
