CHORUS: Don't wanna let you go We just wanna tell you Just wanna let you know That we'll stay around So what else can you do You've said all you have
views, an ya rear-end niggas fearin, for the fact that you havin paper, an you dealin ridin fetti, an a couple of hatas gon catch you when you aint ready
To those who dont give a suck I wish you luck Now can you please tell me what What what tell me Plea the fifth no perjury All you heard of me? You wanna
But Were You Go When You Fell Like Your Down In The Dirt When You Go When You Fillin All The Pain And Hurt And Where You Go When Your Pockets Are Low
Shit But Were You Go When You Fell Like Your Down In The Dirt When You Go When You Fillin All The Pain And Hurt And Where You Go When Your Pockets Are
now I feel for you (How cute) Why dont I just swallow each and every ounce of my pride (You know what you gettin into right?) Everything you do I wanna
leave Wanna get down with Steve? And you my boo, ooh [Bizzy Bone] Cum at the same time With you, with you, with you, with you, with you Thick up inside you
go Cuz I'm the one that's gonna stay in control And I wanna be ur man, i wanna feel ur butt, wanna feel ur breasts I wanna be the first and last to take
be hangin out like rusty mothas Don dotta dolla found a ground and not a nine-to-five-a I love you who dont want no more of that baby mamma drama Haters
I needed a ride You wouldn't give me a lift And now I'm poppin' my cris You niggas all on my dick I wanna change the world You wanna change ya life I
heard and you read about us, just believe what you saw. Till I die, Im down to ride in the war when you niggas get serious, let a nigga know, maybe then
needed a ride You wouldn't give me a lift And now I'm poppin' my cris You niggas all on my dick I wanna change the world You wanna change ya life I wouldn
like im shy But im fly Say what I like A lot of dudes prayin i dont lay with they wife But you can have her back Its ok, you alright I dont want her
[Verse 1:] We be the live ones You dont wanna try son Cause the rhyme come Like a nine gun You can die young Hide lungs Til the seventh sign come Shine
You Aint Creepin Cause I Dip In A K You Here The Shots When They Rang Monte Flores Be The Gang Eyes Low Rims Slow Do You Really Wanna Bang Its The Wicked
twisted. oh yeah I dont know, I dont know, I dont know If I should wait or should I go, I just dont know This song is for everybody, no matter whether you
but you dont hear me though unlesss you creeping soap as my drive through window now if you wondering bout my fucked up fickle frown is cos im thinking bout how the wealth dont
five holsters Suppose if i was to let you put up all your posters Let everybody think you was the dopest I'd rather strike you quicker then the cobra Box you
