to afterlife Hey Jill You know the old sugga daddy I said you can have whatever you like (you like) I said you can have whatever you like (you like)
since I got a big truck you know I live well On the remix, other stations I can't agree with I been here for ten years ain't never leavin It's been clear
eyes connected I knew then It was just like 2 ways on beem I'm your king be my queen So whatever you wanna do, don't this remix feel like whooooo I
whiley garage Yea, demand the land, I want a jet black discovery recovery, big time See when you, when you start fuking wit my shit like that You're taking
Like Boooooooooy, Would You Do A Remix With Sona Balona, Get Blowed With A Freak Bitch My Phone Won't Stop Ringing, Jewels Won't Stop Gleaming Clock
LIKE TO STUNT, YOU WANNA TO FRONT I'MA HIT YOU AND YOUR MAN AND IMA HIT YOU WHERE YOU STAND (WHAT) NIGGAZ AIN'T BUILT FOR NOTHIN BUT FRONTIN COME THROUGH
you won't get far I pop my trunk faster, don't make me flex on you ghetto-style like Funkmaster [Murda Mase:] Yea nigga Yo you know me l be O.T., low
I ain't bout no trouble Now you done let your girls buck you up with all that yapping Bitch I'm bout action if you ain't know who I am I don't give a
some Open mic for dreamers, won't you please come? [Bridge:] Won't you please come Won't you please come Won't you please, p-please Won't you please
at my Dunn's first childbirth They say the truth hurt, but it hurt when I spit the truth And I ain't gotta tell you dudes [Evidence] Yo, some people
make you mine And I'm liking all the things you do Can I get the chance to know you, so come on [Chorus: Toya] I like it, you like it No need to front
like that That you fail Because you doubt Ah, whatever Fucked up shit I won't get caught up By all of this shit The try to suggest That I have to work
it B.I.G. I like a lot of hoes And I love the freaks But if I had to choose M.O.E. You ain't got enough Paper Middle finger to a Hater You remember me
