I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin' I pop Stand alone squeezin' my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now
I admit, I've done some dumb shit And I'm probably gon do some mo' You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?) Why not? My music's all that I
harsh word. Tell the mockingbird, that I said it. A man of my word I wont regret it. If I let it get to me like it get to them im no better. The same
to hang on but I can't let go smokin' on my last breath Blow out life whats left is death Now I can go on or I can G or make a right Whatever way that
ya'll that don't know what T.T.U mean yeah that's To turnt up, so go on and add that to ya lingo right about now demolition 20/20} Married to the money
that's alright You be getting numbers so do I You could call me M I Crooked letter, crooked letter P I M P I know you think you got game But baby let
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D I shed light like cats shed fur Ride around town like a Raymond Burr I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
blow dealer, cost my fame I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'm the torch that carry the game The flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the
an exception here Because I haven't attended that presentation. A redeeming social value, I find that it's inaudible. I have a hard time understanding
I let you see this She deep throat my whole cock Now I'm thinking this bitch is so hot I gotta take her to my hood let her blow my whole block Yeah,
bullshit that I done ate She told me that she spoke English and I said great Grabbed her hand out the club and I said let's skate (Let's Go) Man this
's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made
its that platinum shit Called zonia, tell Tommy blow me up I aint Mariah, bitch I'm the messiah can't no motherfucker show me up UGK a set nigga, throw me
don't wanna get with a nigga that's sick makes you a real dummy He said I worship satan and he worship god that's why we can't work Nigga that's a cop
t wanna get with a nigga that's sick makes you a real dummy He said I worship satan and he worship god that's why we can't work Nigga that's a cop out
s easy to see, when I sing, ya'll back it Make me have the plate, talk slick, get ya ass kicked (what up) [Chorus] [Frank Banger] Although I told the
Answer me, let me if it's the truth now That pretty mole above your lips looking cute now Ooh child, I'm patient, my mind's telling me To stay calm, I
Now I'm thinking this bitch is so hot I gotta take her to my hood let her blow my whole block Yeah I just happen to be what she likes She said I'm special