and walk up out that door If you mean what you say Then why you looking away You gotta look me in my You gotta look me in my face And tell me that you
a fucking roller coaster then it drops But what should I scream for this is my theme park My minds shine even when my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my
my diamonds I'm in black and yellow [x4] Stay fly like how I'm supposed to do That crowd underneath them clouds, cant get close to you And my car look
grown men I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10 We all used to
face medicine, sniff that in doughs, that's a dope fiends regimen Range Rover, game over, I'm getting my lean on Hard to miss my target when I done click
am so outrageous I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet If god had a iPod, I'd be on his playlist My phrases amazing, the faces and places, the favorite My
the number one sound Rudebwoys brown bag their liquor and they walk in the street with it Rainbow anyting yuh never see me with it Big matic (CHO!!!) my
thinking that we could just make a sex tape Plus I think yo face cute when its a HD Maybe I could tape you and you could tape me When I pull my h2 up
in my car and told my chauffeur to the top Life is like a fucking roller coaster then it drops But what should I scream for, this is my theme park My
you tryna get my attention Just purr Here, kitty, kitty, kitty Here, kitty, kitty Here, kitty, kitty Here, kitty, kitty Make yo body Purr, purr, purr, purr, purr I'm looking
existence, nigga I'm the best, Open my louis cases looking like a treasure chest. You don't want beef so stay outta harms way, Blow your legs off have you looking
Slide my panties off in your Lamborghini TMZ just saw my coochie like I was Britney Be Flo Rida and spin me right round, round But don't try to bite me like Chris Brown Make my
-d-d-i-c-c-t-ted to me now and all the fast girls wanna get money baby girl you aint getting nuthin from me all you get is this (d***) make ya bounce
D?s I love that pretty brown round She shaking got me shook Cause her print so fat between her thighs It look just like a camel foot Can I look
, scoping my whip Do shows across the country, get dough for my shit Looking in the face of rappers, hopping I quit Still spit the fly shit to keep them grousing my
my ear tellin' me the shit a nigga like to hear While I nibble on ya nipple like Pac-Man She freakin' she lickin' she rubbin' Then she pulled my dick
mush Now my bitch dancer, I'm bout as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off If you could bottle my style and sell
s for cresidentials Now as I look to my riz-ight and to my liz-eft I see my siz-elf starin face to face with hisself Will I live to see my little one
