on a scale, of one to ten, you a twelve I chose, her over jail and hell Originally from ATL [T-Mo] Compatible souls come together, under bad weather
recall. Their strength is to stand still, afterglow of an old religion. One can imagine them sentient - that is to say, we may attribute to stone-hardness, one
beyond the Van Allen Belt I was transformed into a spirit with no shell I'm modifying the weather from behind a weather shield Writing with a feathered quill, gettin' more
jungle We come with more heat - lock shit DOWN! [Chali 2na:] Yeah, of all secrets I'm the best kept Making sure my first step is my best step I watched
get hard for you No more whore got you with a headache Blowing up his pager trying to plead your case To late ya x'd out its best you understand You ain't shit no more
this dish I'm under Emily's spell If you couldn't already tell I love every iota Yoda should have told me she was off to South Dakota One more yacht bird
entrepeneur is more than a rag-a-ma-jaga a Scorpio buy my cure South Side [x4] Your man wants to get rid of ya Cause now you're the number one neighborhood
Park Mexican:] Ugh V.I.P. baby The room's kinda foggy, ballin is a hobby She said I like your style, I told her it was doggy More champagne, and more
Chris B I don?t think you want to step in this cipher Fuckin? round with a dog, guess what Woo-haa I?ll bite ya Excite ya like the fourth of July I ain