these bitches is my sons And I'm go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em If I had a dick, I would pull it out and piss
bitches is my sons And I'm go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em If I had a dick, I would pull it out and piss on
t have no eyes when them motherfuckers come (Yeaahh) Letcha guns go (BANG!), Letcha guns go (BANG!) Squeeze the trigga nigga, do the damn thang Letcha guns go (BANG!), Letcha guns go
a bar, coz you look so fine and you shine like a star, you had a short white skirt and your top cut low, smooth skin and the wind would make your hair
and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible to stop it More fire, thunder, pain, I go and heed the villian, he's adrenaline poppin
Just when it's time to go "Cheri, I love you so" "You're my desire" instrumental interlude To hear you whisper low Just when it's time to go "Cheri
And gaze into your eyes divine To feel the touch of your lips Pressing on mine To hear you whisper low Just when it's time to go Cheri, I love you so
Even if you got a monkey on yo back And every prostitutes and thugs too, God still love you And every woman that done had an abortion And my niggaz sellin
Max Minelli Over player-haters and bitch-ass niggaz In the rap game.For more highlights Let's go to the man himself Broadcasting live, from the game [Verse One] First and
bitch wanna' throw em out And that's no doubt See I rock bells Fly as hell and cool as ? Baby can't ya' tell I lick my lips like I'm L.L. And I'm doin' it,and doin' it,and
ta main fait la ? Go away! "Neg pa lave, pafume"... No way! You tha man, toutes les femmes te veulent.. oh! ouais ? You wanna get down, you go down! (
t necessarily mean, you got to spend your own money But you can be Sonny with your cash and Cher Hold up the +Double+ go +Dutch+ and make her pay, her
runnin the hood and nothin can top it You can google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible to stop it More fire, thunder
wanna' throw em out And that's no doubt See I rock bells Fly as hell and cool as ? Baby can't ya' tell I lick my lips like I'm L.L. And I'm doin' it,and doin' it,and
necessarily mean, you got to spend your own money But you can be Sonny with your cash and Cher Hold up the +Double+ go +Dutch+ and make her pay, her