Be My Part Time Loverr... I Only Need Your Love Part Time.. Be My Part Time Loverr... Ya Know.. Some Men Require Love From 9 To 5... I Require Love From
a bitch fuck that nigga. Fuck all of it but not you Ashanti baby you know how I feel about you baby (kiss) come on come here girl Come on gimme some love
you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon [Chorus
Mister C That nigga still eatin off Big's first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had enuff I told him "Gimme Some
your ass a shape-up Uptown niggas known for the money they make Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake [50 Cent][Hook] The boss spending ends Saying, "Gimme
[Verse 1] Niggas screw they face up at me On some real shit son, they don't want beef I cock that, aim that shit out the window Spray, there ain't a
You Are".] [Intro: 50 Cent] {DAMN! } I'm number one! Yeah! [50 Cent:] They say I ain't lyrical! They say I ain't a miracle (yeah!) I say some hard shit
you aint lookin for afection you need a thug I'll be straight up with you baby dont be his lady A nigga like big lips cause I love some head and if your
of gold teeth and i represent that CP3 Where my niggaz on the block boy Open up shop boy and they'll kill ya for them rocks boy Gimme some money, dollars
the same, ain't nothin' changed. [Bridge:] Some like it in a bowl, some like it on a stick Some like they Puddin nice and thin, but then some like it
over yourself Every interview I read it's like your blowing yourself Putting doe on your shelf? Stop hoeing yourself You're a herb, look at you, you know it yourself! I showed you love
and Suavehouse takin' it all money now we corporate bossy icy and frosty maximize the cream cuz its costly to be flossy gimme my money gimme my yen gimme
clip out and gun butt you up (Oh) I love gettin' brains (Uh-huh) I love flippin' caine (That's right) Love all my niggas and they love me the same (What
get like that, gimme head in the Benz I love a chick that suck dick like that Dirty, Southern gritty Bouncin' through yo' city 2000 Rocketship sittin' on some
you gotta roll through anyway now don't scream, don't fight fear never ever made it go away same ghost town as yesterday made you feel like love was miles
Find some ramp - rats, find some victims Bad games all night long We need to hide it just for fun Games - we shouldn't play And if you need some help -
hustle, hustle) [Chorus] Same old shit, just a different day out here tryna get it, each and every way momma need a house baby need some shoes times