No Regrets. Growing A Beard, Finally A Man. Please Accept That She Is Nothing But A Normal Guy. We Can't Help That She's Been Raised In A Narrow-Minded
Regrets. Growing A Beard, Finally A Man. Please Accept That She Is Nothing But A Normal Guy. We Can't Help That She's Been Raised In A Narrow-Minded
cause money is the only god he trust And she say that she a Christian, but I can't tell She ain't depending on God, she depend on male 1 stack, 2 stack
C:] Seen ha sittin on the porch, She was burin like a torch, Things poppin off quick like july is the forth, Baby wasnt fast sure wasnt steady, Got a
when they wobbly, wobbly, ass bouncing everywhere The way she drop it like that, I can't help but to stare Got a nigga saying "Ohhh girl" Come a little
nice ass & tits It's a damm shame that lil sweet thang ain't nothin but a freak thang "In Love With A Stripper" like T-Pain Er' weekday, up in the club
', the bitch called me a pug I said no tramp, I'm raw like a pitbull when I doggystyle then occupied yo' mouth with a dickful She called me a bastard,
run into got a price Urry dime woman that I meet is a dyke And I be like this shit ain't right, but I gotta be cool so I socialize (ya lil' mo) Seems
thinkin green she a pledge A.K.A. "she was pink and green" I wanna a good girl she want a gentleman we sayin' the same thing like a synonym I wasn't really
(feat. Big L, Diamond, O.C.) [Big L] Yeah, Big L, Corleone, a.k.a. Tommy Gibbs Flamboyent Entertainment, D.I.T.C. forever Word up, it's time to let
yeah thats the title Rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know (M.C. Ren: but would if she's ugly) If she come she a ho Don't ask to battle me
with the E on the gangsta tip so if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip cause I'm a destroyer my homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer dope mc
Mr. "Don't Give A Fuck," still won't leave Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X) I'm a CRIMINAL Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it's a crime
spot back I'm a Indian Giver My flow be the Nile River I deliver like liquor on a bad liver You ain't a killer you're wired with a transmitter It go
she not a chicken head, but Ani' known to cock a tool or two In M.I.A., rock shades and a baldie A.T.L., dreads under my fitted, long as hell In New York
