her. Have you seen her. [Chorus] She couldn't of got far. License plate, GR. 9B9, 1 Car. Acura type R, she's about five foot five. Slim waist, thick
the government The flow is dangerous as unguarded children Runnin the streets in a project buildin' So desensitized, got no feelings Numb to the world, 6'4, with the 5 foot
how the fuck could I clean it up Traffic stopped, about 1000 degrees in my truck Loosened my tie, wiped the sweat out of my eyes, mixed with tears Mind thick
Clean up the magic, chrome startin up static Greed means that you die quick, click the vision Greed lies anmbition, five slugs for the mission Seven cause
unfasten that noose around your neck Connected like a vibe from the wheel to the foot Come on everybody dig the funky output [VINIA:] Five days you work
touristy say how'd you like to run away from these machines? everywhere the spies are printing out your dreams seven stops in seven different countries seven page itineraries memories thick
I'm undisputed Now y'all got to bow when you see me, fuck's my name? Na Na Like, I'm the bitch pushin big 6 Likkle broad, five foot, pop big shit like
of relations On juxtaposed plantation Soul Station Zebra This world's a two-foot closet with Taurus, Cancers and Libras Three Trent Lotts and two Eldridge Cleavers Five
Thick shakes little snakes fashion accessories earthquakes five and dime cherry lime wait my turn at the back of the line barbed wire forest fire muddy
in the middle the flo' Ain't complaining, bout her needs so Ain't gon leave, till her jeans to' Five foot four, dark and thick Call her bitch, cause she
bag me and get rocked steady by the Mac One-double, I touch you and leave you with not much to go home with My skin is thick, 'cause I be up in a mix
bag me and get rocked steady by the mac one-double, I touch you and leave you with not much to go home wit My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix
Hey love... Yeah... Shopping in the city one day On my way, met a redbone by the name of Stronjay Five foot six, body thick, hair silky She could make
(Pat Green) A thick plush blue carpet at my feet A peacock stained glass window staring back at me A nine foot crushed white velvet sofa in the hallway
in the picture You even got the last dance to see what it could gets you Nothing, broken hearted and lonely Cause when its over, shes going home with me Five foot
is yo mix, you best's ta check one And get ret to go for milli, when the next one come If a nigga got a foot off in his rectum His name is Mitchell Bade
