I'm gonna make it make it better I'm gonna get the best lock it and swallow the key I'm gonna make it make it better I'm gonna get the best lock it
gonna take me Cause I'm so serious, and go like that I drop it off and it come right back I get it in the morning I'm sick and tired of being sick and
Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem Make raps and tracks and go Harlem Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots I don't even buy luggage
I'm not really living It's now how I want it to be Listen, I know what she's like she's just a dreamer But I'll win in the end I'm a schemer Give her
Do it all away, do it all away baby ... [Verse 2] I wake up early in the morning, at the crack of dawn Nigga still tired so I'm yawning, and now I'm
me turn up the heat man Dig it the M.O.B. baby. I'm so hurt!! Fa sheezy. Fa sheez. [Verse 1: Bart] I fold the cash then I hit away juss a thug fo
Rock My twin brother is on lock, and I gotta get him out The boy blue with Slim Thugger, and my I'm 50-Feezie My hustlers and my thugsters, holla back
them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yourself
I got a kool-aid smile And baby I like it, I like it [50 Cent:] Everytime we dance you make it worth my while And I like it, I like it [Verse 2:]
it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool-Aid smile And baby I like it, I like it [50 Cent] Everytime we dance you make it worth my while And
the hook, he got to calm down I guess I'm out of control, my mind, body and soul Tell me I'm bein pimped and it's makin me sick You know Em made that
someone is here." Richie: "Who's there? Is it a guy!?" Samantha: "Richie!" Richie: "I knew it! I'll kill him! Put him on the phone!" Samantha: "oh.. it
She in de ol' dress, Lef her holess, If she don' press, De alarm whe deh below desk, Quick like a phone text, come to go next, It was more mess, More stress, When she go press, I
type of nigga Better get romantic with ya make love to ya by the river I'm wit the wine glass to go with your fine ass I could make that shine last if I make
pucker up your lips, and kiss him on the thang thang Whip it on him real good, and it's the same game So who you tryin to fool and clown I'ma hound from
touch until I resign and Everything I need in him, I fiend for him Fights the heavy knight, see the way I adore him He never go nowhere without her
don't touch until I resign and Everything I need in him, I fiend for him Fights the heavy knight, see the way I adore him He never go nowhere without
Is Bruce Leeroy like his arms waving and glowing I say I ripped it when I'm writing and even before I spit this I don't write words anymore, I draw pictures And