, Your providence for You I'm good good good I've got no worries at all since I heard that You call All of my life is Yours to own (It's Yours to own
Better check your nuts whe the house in your section And the mouth going off, aggitating the cump Get ghost or get crunk or end up on your rump Suggest
check your nuts whe the house in your section And the mouth going off, aggitating the cump Get ghost or get crunk or end up on your rump Suggest you
[Sancho] move motherfuckers out my way cause your laggin' fu don't even trip I got the semi-automatic static is dealt with can nobody help this pandillero
it gurl its tha nigga m gang im gonna put it in your world shooth me gurl so why dont you pop that thang and if a hater wanna trip yeah i shot that
'll rape your mothafuckin mind And take all your mothafuckin riches [x2] [Knightowl] It's time for me to wipe out fools off this mothafuckin map Your
as a shock Get off your own jock Probably why everybody's taking shots Now it's all about the Benjamins, but I'm calling out your feminine strut Plus
just wanna stroke your brain for the first half hour then i smoke your thang this is exclusive sex we a star couple on the lee-low though we too much trouble and your
, right up under her chest One-way trip on Southwest but she didn't make it that far Metal detectors went bizarre, one-way trip to the car Your honor,
windows I'm Puffin like Diddy Ridin cause the haters face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice if your missies lookin pretty [Nelly] Well if you run wit your
you're straight Won't stay in your school [? ] homeroom (Brothers and sisters) It's your own doom Get your diploma and one day you'll own a Mansion or
[Chorus x2] You climb on a deal wet boys for real Each and every city club they should feel All playa hatas gotta bow and kneel If you try to trip you
windows, I'm puffin' like Diddy Ridin' 'cause the haters face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice if your missies lookin' pretty Well, if you run wit your
you love me And not trust me, somewhere hated now there's no more us plus Sammy Lee it was a tragedy, your boo was found dead Here's my shoulder for you my nigga, rest your
stroke your brain For the first half hour then I smoke your thang This is exclusive sex we a star couple On the lee-low though we too much trouble And your
it fate, while some call it whack But girls own guys and that's a fact Some call it fate, while some call it whack But girls own guys and that's a fact
the metal fence Merrill Lynch it's your life Crist alright Vince on ice sex chicks all types General status smoothness mixed with malice Trips to Dallas
