let me do me had a couple number 1a??s let me get 3 more or maybe thats greed, 3rd album 1st try everythings free [Chorus] [Tinchy Stryder Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now guess who's back You thought I left you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3) They keep on sayin' the same
skills got you climbing hills I travel through your mind until you spine like siren drills I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants With some ex
wave blonde babe with half of her head shaved A nurse aide who came to get laid and tied up With first aid tape and raped on the first date Susan, an ex
[Intro] Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now guess who's back You thought I left you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3) [Verse] They keep on
DJ before the Ma$e song (yeah!) You play Clake Kent you better have your cake on (What!) Plenty homes Mansion many rooms My necklace, 2 ex's and 3
'm on the dance floor burning up Music turn it up Baby I'm Real hot so is it my turn to touch you Baby you Look like you're buzzin on Ex with 3D effects
Miss Money Jane Blind your ass, while you out looking for that money train If you look then you will find, but think about what you looking for [KO] 2-3 [JB] for [KO] 2-3
Tell 'em now boy, don't make me turn into a killer Yeah, into a killer Don't make me turn into a killer Yeah, to a killer, yeh yeh [J. Cole - Verse 3
out smoking strong on a week long cruise bomb fire with theses b*tches singing songs to the moon to high to judge call my ex b*tch that did foul sh*t
my bitch, i bought that benz for you so you dont touch my oldschool shit i hustle hard they no what my focus is spitta be so high up his ex girlfriends
never call her again Same room same hotel next week with her friend So Mr. Tell It I hope you linen (listen) Stay the fuck up out my business [Chorus] [Verse 3
nigga Yo Gotti! Bricks in the dashboard Benz big body Royce 5'9" and them hustles out of Detroit Get it how we get it 'cause they importin' Ex boy [
nigga, nigga Yo Gotti! Bricks in the dashboard Benz big body Royce 5'9" and them hustles out of Detroit Get it how we get it 'cause they importin' Ex
me to splash 'em) STEP OFF! [Ghostface Killah] Eh yo we million dollars Sinatra's, jewellery truck Vest did it up, chop shop it Walked out in Babe Ruth, ex
over my shit Often transformin' on stage, the Super DJ 2000 beats per minute, with an arcade Round 1 fight, Street Fighter 3, pro tours with an upgrade Call the paramedics to Fed-Ex
I'm a give u watchu want Give u watchu need That that kitty cat, kitty cat fiend Now breathe x3 Now stop! Girls gone wild The girls they goin crazy [x3
on the DJ before the Mase song (Yeah) You play Clake Kent you better have your cake on (What) Plenty homes Mansion many rooms My necklace, 2 ex's and 3