to get better Don't give up Never give up We won't stop Giving all we got Don't give up Never give up We won't stop Giving all we got Don't give up
my body when I sleep? Who will I believe in? How am I supposed to let it show when I don't even know? Don't ask me to explain. Besides, I don't want
World, 112 112, Harlem World, 112 Harlem World, ATL, 112 112, Harlem World, ATL Yeah, kid you don't stop We won't stop, You don't stop, Come on, [
caramel And wit a cherry on the top Make me wanna from the bottom to the top How ya shake it in the candy thong Make me wanna scoop ya up So don't stand
nd wit a cherry on the top Make me wanna lick from the bottom to the top How ya shake it in the candy thong Make me wanna scoop ya up So don't stand
Ten) and I don't want to see you off again We know the most crunk Indie city choking chimeny-sweeper, Turn up your radio the song we play will blow the speakers don
rip this [Chubb] Serch let's go kick that shit G Drop it right here [Serch] Right here, like an asshole [Chubb] One two [Serch] One two, ya don't stop
a few 5ths, I got a few 9's, Here nigga take one... "yea, don't ever say I don't do nothing for you nigga, you kno don't say I didn't look out for you
took, and bring me mine [Outro - 50 Cent talking] Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothin' for you nigga You know, uh, don't say I don't look out for
it, cuz i wan' go spend it You know how a boss play a play, nigga im ballin' If theres money to be made, i'm all in Catch me in the cherry-red porsche
Baby baby baby let me pick your cherry Go star-gazin' on yer back To crack a Judy's teacup I'll give you a little upshot Doncha say your mama's comin
eyes, Mama that ain't no lie, Wat kinda dude would I be if I could stand right here and don't even try, Wanna kiss them thighs let a real nigga taste that cherry
"Ah-ah-ah.. Lemme tell ya somethin.. I don't play around with girls like that You know I don't really like to socialize wit 'em" [Intro: Rubbabandz]
around your spur Over the river and trough the woods I've come this far to bring in the goods I get high, even when I don't try Let 'em pass by with a
m in the booth up in this mother fucker, God knows I spit the truth to all these mother fuckers I tell them workin' don't get paid up in this mother fucker
I don't dance the Cucaracha I don't play the Moochachas I've never been to Mexico I've never had the chance to go Never met Speedy Gonzales I don't eat
know it just ain't right To deal with other's shite No one should ever b So broken hearted Don't ever b afraid Cause when u got it made Yeah, u don't