Lyrics:
I'm beautiful in my way
Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
when I dream I'm not lonely
Who's Your Daddy?
Chain up the beast
They gave me a job so he could never get out and so the beast sits there
Dreaming
don't hold it against me, I mean,
Your mom will never know, baby, and I wantcha to come back to me,
I mean, do you understand me? I want you to...
I'm
I gotta feel your heart beat (your heart beat)
Next to mine
Gotta feel it (feel it)
Time keeps passing by (time keeps passing by)
You're not
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes
You probably grown now so this song'll hit you
If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm
tee, slide
My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps
That's three muscles recertified
I'm right, niggas be watching, they don't want these problems
learn to hold you just right
Yeah, yeah
Mm-hmm
I'm gonna hold you all night
Baby, I'm gonna make you understand
I'm your man
Whoo! Yeah
Mm-hmm
Here we
So slow down baby (Hey)
I'm not your lady (Lady)
Boy you're never gonna get it from me coz I'm with someone
Slow it down
Slow it down
Oh ooh
touch, no)
So slow down, baby (hey)
I'm not your lady (lady)
Boy, you're never gonna get it from me 'cause I'm with someone
Slow it down
Slow it
rear
My nose is big, uh-uh I'm not ashamed
Big like a pickle, I'm still gettin' paid
I get laid by the ladies, ya know I'm in charge
Both how I'm
rear
My nose is big, uh-uh I'm not ashamed
Big like a pickle, I'm still gettin' paid
I get laid by the ladies, ya know I'm in charge
Both how I'm
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
on your thighs
I don't give a fuck about you baby
I'm not the one that's actin' all shady
But you got the game all screwed up
Like Michael Watts, turn your
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
So, baby, won't you (say it), say it (say it) say it?
Your eyes steady talking
And you're tryin' to fight it
But some things, baby, are not worth
So, baby, won't you (say it), say it (say it) say it?
Your eyes steady talking
And you're tryin' to fight it
But some things, baby, are not worth
of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test
I'm rapping to the beat and me, the groove
And my friends are gonna try
To move your feet
You see I am
to hump, won't be no punk
Roll your ass over and tap the butt
Too $hort baby all in them guts
I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet
Every letter I'll
your ass over and tap the butt
Too $hort baby all in them guts
I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet
Every letter I'll write'll get your pussy wet
It's
the violence, die in your silence
If you're not a god
Why the fuck are you fighting?
If you're not a god
Then I'm not even trying
No take backsies, bitch, you're
baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up
heart
And if by chance you're not at home
You can reach me, baby, by the nearest pay phone
I gotta cross my fingers and pray you'll know
To dial my heart
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