you don't got to be jiggy It's 550 and I fuck a hoe till she come She try to act aight like she don't know what she done Now she got amnesia and you know
other boys. I ain't even fronting, baby I can take a summer off. I can break a woman off. I can take the stomach off, one of my trucks. Now I'm riding
of saliva, burn you like fire I'm a B.K.D.C.S.T. smokin Nestle with a chick in a G.S. Tree Why Missy so sexy but she's a bitch Chill shorty, who can't
Free I like this shit right here man Girl c'mon Let's do it like this Santana's so focused on you Come holla at a boy that's focused on you [Juelz Santana
I see a black Einstein A diamond in the rough, he's remidin me as tough Young girls takin X, she's blinded by the stuff Oh my God, where did we go wrong
my crew, pull a microphone Had shown on my own, my clientele's grown Rock the house with the clout, but there's no doubt My rhymes quality make rappers scout My
the stars...and it's a start Made me feel sad for the rest Baby driver and she's the best, want that girl She's so innocently perverse, Yes I want my
been drove me outta my mind She like, I shoulda knew before I lay down and slept with him (slept with him) Now she wish that she could sleep with him
freedom You got me runnin' baby, Wild at heart O-oh, alright Tonight is tellin' us we're way too young O-oh, that's alright I've forever on the tip of my
she wanna start freaking Say she got s girlfriend she wanna have a threesome say they wanna fuck me they say they Really freaky you didn't offened me baby
(feat. Tracy T) Gucci on 8s, 4s, deuces and sixes 30s, deuces, 34s ya trippin Blowing horse ashantis Fugates, bugattis, for ones, lambs [Verse 1: Gucci
she know she bad And I got her nigga, grocery bags [Chorus: Lloyd] Okay, ooohhh baby I be stuck to you like glue baby Wanna spend it all on you baby My
you leavin' through the back You jumpin over fences and you almost rip your sack You suckin down the juices and your favorite flavor tang My lover aborigine the baby
You was my hardest distraction My bombest distraction, my deepest inspiration My heat, my frustration But you diff from before you wasn't rifting before "I want that old thing back" baby
(Killah BH) Uh Oh, It?s that time again, It?s been too long, It?s Family Reunion (Joe Budden) Mic check, Mic check (Killah BH) We gotta school yall
my G swag I'm at a level most niggaz couldn't see past [Chorus: Ezo] On my grind, chasin dollars (chasin dollars) In the fall or the summer (fall or the summer
t that bad if the summer's free I got my evenings ... to cruise the scene oh yeah I got a pretty old lady Who rolls back in the morning She don't pressure
my shit and i pop in my car Can i give you my number? Yea, next summer But i'm hungry baby Sh, me too, that's crazy So open up the door cuz i'm ready