Lyrics:
Man I met this chick so fine
So bad She made me sick some time
I just had to fuck this bitch one time
I met her in the galleria shopping, buying
Believe me when I say being second sure ain't no fun
You say you love me, and I do believe it's true
Just maybe not as much as you used to
Just not quite
the summer, say there was nothing there
Guess its a bummer, guess it was fun, but thanks for the tupperware
For a second thought I'd write a whole album about
her
But not before I issue baby doll my seven words
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 2] Skatterman
For the sake of argument, lets say we call her "o girl"
She had
pulling up to the 7-Eleven
I get a Slurpee, that's a little taste of heaven
I'll be back in a second
I need a couple of beverages
Which do I choose, there's
a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun (it ain't easy baby)
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 411
cow boy boots and my bandana
Plug brought the load in on a camel
I’m just a country boy from the bama
Bitch ima country boy
Bitch ima country boy
Bitch
or whatever
Like just the middle of the spaceship like, you know, it
Isn't real
You know, it's not like an invisible camera from a
Different dimension
I can get any baby you want
So I can kill them all just for fun
Surprise
I get what you want
I get it now
Blonde bitch
Blue eyes
Pink dress
Bowtie
I
not mess with me.
Hey, 'cause you know I'll getcha one by one.
Ain't no fun.
I'm that old hoochie coochie man,
a bad son of a gun.
Got a John
mailhandler boys
It's fun to work at the SPSS
It's fun to work at the SPSS
You don't have to prep Green
You can have a good mail
You don't have to cut many
the island
And the second, about the warning of an escapee who had just broken out of the high security mental institution not five miles from her home
want to have to get buck
I'm not phased by what you say
Cause I know I can take you any day
You think this is a game
Well call your play
You don't know
Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself
both of us just popped a pill
and now am feelin'
Ain't no more waiting on niggas,
Either u on by yourself or u not on at all they mistake for niggas,
Yeah,
Done being helpful,
Fuck am I nice to these
when you gonna live your life right
Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones
And girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun
[Chorus]
more money...
[Souljah Boy:]
It be the Mo Thug, it's buck, quick bandages
One of these soldiers just can't stand 'em
Make me had to do
don't know if it was just because we just got into a crazy car crash
And could've died a couple of hours ago
But I'm in there and like you know I'm not
know
Second by second, heat blazed through the night
Leaving a dazzling array of neon lights
The primary reason of mission for them spitting
return for the second bout (C'mon)
And let the beautiful girls just knock me out (Don't you)
In, out, shake it all about
It won't last forever, let it
Let's get this bread boys
Ight wait, hit it, ay
I don't do this for the fame but I do it anyway
You were sittin' by me, in my second hour
Now I'm
roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
Because I'm a ganster having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting
Who told you've I lost it?
I just put it down for a second, damn
Can the king lounge for a second, kick his hooves up?
Grow stubble on the face for once
If you want a t-shirt bruv just ask
If I see any more boy better garms
Ill put on my V for Vendetta mask
And come to your shop and
Start wrapping up
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