Lyrics:
off a bitch, no that ain't my nigga
Terry Terry, making merry, that's my nigga
Life of Halle Berry, first real girl, nigga
Vicky and Faith Huini, those
You put your girl in a urus
Im in the back of a tour bus
Sitting down crying
Got a mate he's frying
I'm on GTA steal planes and I'm flying
My
Come and stand beside me and make me feel like a king
You a bad girl
Blowing off my top with that tongue swirl
The way you put it down make my toes curl
This one goes out to all you gamers girls out there
Respect, we can be the best, pass every test
Lendin you a hand when you feel stressed
It's gotta
to towel off with
One of the two qualities I want in a bitch
'Cause baby girl fuckin' with me is some major shit
Fair warning: I gotta wake up to a BJ
I'm probably somewhere by the seashore
Girl if you keep my secrets then i'ma keep yours
I know you will I only said it just to be sure
Oooohhhwoaaahhhh
Give yourself a round
You don't love yourself
That's why you're all alone
And always by yourself
Syringe your only friend
But it won't help you now
I
From cracks in the walls
My silence was stolen
By sirens going off
It's the same old cycle
Same old ending
How can I just keep pretending
sing, "Errrick Serrrmon"
That's me, got me in free
Looked around the club, man no half-steppin
Walked straight up, to the V.I.P. section
Sat by the wall
is all
It takes to get these girls clothes off
And I’m cool wit it yeah I’m cool wit it
Wouldn’t you be if you were me
no confusing it might be losing
Wipe the bloodstains off the walls
Got some cumstains on your drawers
Rub me wrong without a cause
Guns get drawn when love is law
Think it's your
When your heart turns cold
It causes your soul 2 freeze
Spreads throughout your spirit
Like a ruthless feeling disease
The walls that once were down
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
Then I'll buy your job, then you gon' get laid off
Make thirty million, then I'm just gon' shade off
By 2015, nigga, I'll be paid off, 'cause
H town
To keep you loving me
And its just to much for me
To not have you by my side
Cause no matter what your going through
You know that I'm gon' ride yea
the definition
So check this out
Yo here's the definition of a hotti
A girl with Noxema skin and a V-8 body
She can relate with your wildest dreams
By
over a friend, lost again
To keep my mind off that weak shit
There's love through it all, things to live for
I swerve, almost crash into a wall
Ideas bouncing off like bullets but they can't be found so I'm out
I lost it all
To a stupid fall
I lost my confidence now I feel like just a wall
Call me
dog
Pictures of loved ones
Fade on the fridge
Some caught emphysema
But the others caught rich
The girls out on Grace street tell time by the moon
Roll us up a J and, baby girl, take off the JJJJound
Put you on the kitchen counter but a nigga eatin' out
I been workin' in the mornin'
But she'll just hear that phone keep on ringin'
Off the wall, that's all
By the time I make Oklahoma, she'll be sleepin'
She'll turn softly and call my
a call
But she'll just hear that phone keep on ringin'
Off the wall, that's all.
By the time I make Oklahoma she'll be sleepin'
She'll turn softly
a call
But she'll just hear that phone keep on ringin'
Off the wall, that's all.
By the time I make Oklahoma she'll be sleepin'
She'll turn softly
see
That the trees stand tall but even they were once a seed
Like Preach
Girl you always on them feet have a seat (take the night off)
We can play hide
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