the sex with her It ain't all about the sex all about the sex all about the sex VERSE 2 Babygirl don't be tripping when I wanna hang out with the fella
sure niggas eat every day (Verse 2) Don't make me put a hit out tikitack these rappin' always spit out put your self in a sticky sitiuation and GET OUT
motherfuckers can't stop me, (pop it and drop) and the cartel's for the gorillas on the block, for skinny niggas like myself, artillary shots as well, yeah [Verse
muthafucka Learned the devil's tricks an how to run this shit I had a fall out with satan, and called his son a bitch Repeating satanic verses but I
[Verse: Scarface] Young Face slangin, Ya Ya Ya Heavyweight, Got a bad bitch in every state On the grind, nonstop till I touch this cake Mark ass niggas
your bricks but all I see is crumbs Snitch Nigga, ain't you tired of running your mouth Can't even go home, cause a jacker might run in your house [Verse
wanted was my mind back Now I'm that nigga trying to find out where his mind's at The time that it took myself to figure out my mind's gone My mind
(Verse One) Niggas get stomped when they step with that bullshit If you got a firearm, go ahead and pull it Cause I'ma put it dead on ya ass when you
how my mama raised me take the stripes that I've earned a lesson learned Verse 2 Why did you have to go and lie to me? when you were out there running
I'm out of your range Make way Feed me Got to get this money Smoking nothing but the best, yeah the boy so flooded And I still want money [Chorus] [Verse
- I said I dont want to walk this earth If I gotta do it solo Verse 1 - See yeah we used to be a team Running the streets yeah We was living out our
of me since I was birthed Sad I used to steal $20 bill right out her purses No I ain't perfect, tryna make a gift out of a curse Life out of a hearse
has found it yet You?ve an outlaw You?ve an outlaw You?ve an outlaw You?ve an outlaw running from love [Verse 2:] Your reputation?s getting out of control
all your friends, Thinking out loud did he see me again Let me find out, you ain?t gettin that lovin like you should Let me find out, they aint puttin
LIL TWIST VERSE 1 its the microphone killa microphone wrecka call me mr. twist himself the young chubby checker like young money young'n when no playn
running? hell no And truthfully, aiming for number one oh do we You ask why I reply cause nobody remember 2 or 3 Cross YM and out of him we'll make a
) When you spill out hits (Beautiful bliss) When you fly as a bitch And you ride with tints And you aint bothered a bit now baby. [Wale verse 1:] Fresh out
(verse 1) You running out of luck, yea ya stars are not aligned And now, played the last game with you for the last time Threw the cards on the table