the night,crimes and passion, we gon' be alright When she hear my voice, she let me climb her And now she tippin' me like I'm a male stripper Animal
time, bitch Stunting, and we shining Diving in deep shit, the money keep climbing The bottles keep popping Dom P. Rose, Perrier popping Them bitches
that chapstick I practiced til' that shit made perfect and served it to the people on a silver platter Now where's the ladder? Cuz either you gonna whine or climb
And this is just a mixtape, Damn (It's more of a dedication, D 3!) And this is just a mixtape, Damn (This what ya'll was waitin' for? DJ Drama!) [Chorus] And
the condition Get yo' ass off of yo' ass and get yo' ass up on a mission Become some competion Like federal and the dog Young Money nigga we ball Like Kobe and
oooo 2x They love you and they hate and they it all jus a part if animal nature son jus watch them and damn they hatin cause every animal has a tamer
lose its meaning (what's my life it's losing meaning) I wish I could climb to the top with you I'd pick you up and cradle the fall I wish I had the hand
i'll have a big back yard to run in and a big oak tree for climbing and a wrap around porch to sip homemade iced tea that brewed in the sun while i watched
sky you and i, watch our orgasms multiply all night we going in and out like the tide we bug eyed like Mr.toads wild ride im tappin front and back, upside down and
fickle little bitch romance, that fickle little bitch romance And that is why the girl is called a tease And that is why the guy is called a sleaze And
i don't give a damn, and if he's with his mans and them, i'll put his plans and limbs, all over his pants and Timbs, And I Wasn't fortunate to grow
crack, I got that chapstick I practiced til that shit made perfect and served it to the people on a silver platter Now wheres the ladder? Cause either you gonna whine or climb
Im The Shit On Terds (Yes)And I Get On Ur Nerves...(Yes) And I Get On Your Nerves And(Yes) And I Get On Your Nerves And Sit On Your Mind Like Piss On
For the day; I am anxious. And make myself money Off a mastery of language. The portrait's been painted So bitch, Better back off. Pick up the mic, And kill it because I'm that raw. And
stomach I rock heavy metal kings and watch the barrel of the gun twitch You talking dumb shit, hooting and hollering I lift the cannon and wait for the
the night, crimes and passion, we gon' be alright When she hear my voice, she let me climb her And now she tippin' me like I'm a male stripper Animal
what you wrote's baloney Spaz on the track and show 'em what I'm a do I'm a certified dude from my fitted to my shoes Makin' kissy faces at bitches like
, Fire Flame Spitters Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars [Lil Wayne] Fresh out from my bid bitch
