bumped heads with the Havoc Ain't nuttin' soft or sweat, I lift you off your feet When I cock back the heat, whole crews retreat Ain't nothing soft
loose booty She got a loose booty, she got a loose booty Pay attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty She got a loose booty, she got a loose
it's karata. When I come on I'm rippin it up just like a madman. I fly your head chop off your legs and make your head stand. Tax and wreckin these
eat as much as we could And I don't give a fuck what, yo, I save my shit And I don't give a fuck what, you can save your shit Y'all niggas like extra
you gonna do?) i'm stressed, i'm stressed, i'm stressed, i'm so confused she doesn't seem like the type that's that loose or maybe she does realistically i don't
the morning, you're ugly-ass Gods Got slob around your mouth, blue code in your eye You can't smile, your teeth too gritty Can't even move, drawers
It's funny, you never know who your friends are 'til you lose all your sensibilities to the act-rite But I'm all wrong; no wonder my family Don't wanna
Carry across town because we tapping niggas hoodrats But they don't want the family See a south side Jamaica Queen fellas get down man Listen so what your
't got a chance at all Big L Corleone too advanced for y'all I make moves and boss all across the world So don't be upset if I toss your girl I got cheddar
me slay artists for tips in the penny tray by the way if that diamond ring don't shine That's cause I bought it at the five-and-dime but don't neglect
stupid nigga? You stupid? Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong with you? Like you don't, you don't know what you go to do with it. Like your fuckin
the raw Push a 4, wrist gonna crush ya jaw Don't trust a broad who rocking the Timberlands Criminal like Eminem don't act feminine But talk slick and six hit your
be queen Just get your ass through my door And don't ask for the chance to give more Drama queen, are you clean? Drama queen, where you been? Drama queen, drama queen Drama queen
I mean, I don't eve know where to start like. It's like you find love, and you loose love, and then... Met her up town on dykeman aight then light
hoes don't make sense you don't try to be a chef if you ain't got no hands so why da fuck come to the club if you ain't come to dance you ain't gotta
baby it makes you mad And when I don't, it makes you sad When I argue back you pack and leave And when I don't you pout in grieve There just ain't nobody
say I don't know enough about you but I just can't See myself being without you, yeah Shorty keep your head up Even when you fed up Shorty keep your head