Lyrics:
like riding solo
No I don't wanna waste your time
Get to know you some more more
Pretty face slim waist
Problems come by the boat load
That pussy good
I
Then you make up face
Then you do the likkle tingz them that i like
Mi love yuh make up
Mi love yuh highlights
Mi love yuh pretty eyes because them shine
Her hair and her nails and she good
She thick so I know she eat good
That head and that pussy is good
She ain't worrying about a bitch she good
She
You know I love that organic cooking
I always ask for more
And they call me Mr. Natural
On down to the health food store
I only eat good sea salt
Niggas (uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A) uh
Bitches (uh), ha (uh), uh (blast that shit, son)
(Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip hop
(Bitches) rub your
Niggas (uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A) uh
Bitches (uh), ha (uh), uh (blast that shit, son)
(Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip hop
(Bitches) rub your
on.
My heart is armored,
I'm haunted by big booty women,
With tights on,
I love it when they do me,
Especially with the lights on,
Pretty Trini
And the big wheel keep on turning
Neon burning up above
And I'm just high on the world
Come on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love, ye,
And the big wheel keep on turning
Neon burning up above
And I'm just high on the world
Come on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love, ye,
So lay with me
Yeah we're lookin good, raidin the skivvies now
Stand by for coordinates on that supply drop
and make it heavy on the lotion,
do you call that?
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke
couldn't be better, though
God, that's good!
Knock on wood
Psst!
Excuse me
Psst!
Dear, see to the customers
Psst!
Yes, what, love
of controlling, anything by that ocean
I'm a boss I'll buy that ocean, ain't nobody fucking with this
They want that shit, they often feind, I give it to 'em,
mind
Good times and get caked up, uh, sunshine coming through my blinds
I'm living but, really though, it's never enough
Ten milli on, that's a must,
it just right
Pussy taste better after we fight
Love that fire in your eyes
Pretty face pussy tight
When I dig in, I feel her bite
Angel by day
Chumash
Big dog status please get in line
I waited my turn and now it's my time
We Make Good Music
That's all mine
If you capture a hundred then you can
By
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead (walk on by)
I let all that get to my
big smoke
I love it when she suck it
She got that deep throat
She a freak show
I like it when she chokin
I want that big bag
She got a nice ass
I like
was made by the maker of love
Your body that curve
Your hips in that skirt
The smell of a fragrance
Or a taste of sweetness
The passion,
that
Pretty good life
I’m not rich by a long shot
But I’m not poor either
Private independent school
But no lake or a fire
I have to make myself
And Everybody in the Ultra 85
Goddamn it feel good to be alive
And all these bitches that I passed up
Couldn't fuck witcha 'cause your hair was too gassed up
to it
Bout to lose it voices screaming "don't do it!"
It's like '93, '94, bout the year
That big and mag dropped; and "illmatic" rocked
Outta every
Walkin' by the dumpster
See some valuable trash
Im'a turn that to some cash
Im'a build a big wall and then Obama's gonna call
Good job Mr. Trump, You've
look good, but don't get fucked up (oh)
Strictly for the strippers (bounce that ass, bitch)
Stri-stri-strictly for the strippers (you want some cash,
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