Lyrics:
a backboard
Runnin' from your love, that's what this track for
Fuckin' every bitch and never tell 'em, no
I'm pushin' P, they black and white, a Oreo
I been
stripe killaz out the gates of Boston
Run up on this, run wit caution
Out of town Roxbury niggas blust shots
South Van High Park stay hot
J.P
My man hand glide by with my fried rice
Right what could you not love
'Bout a slice on the side of the hot tub?
(O oh) what you gonna do, boo?
change de vitesse,
Il faut qu'le Bic blesse, je brûle le tipex
J'suis superficiel, alors nourris moi d'love
Même s'il est faux, dis moi qu'j'suis beau
Que
It's fucking Christmas, like 2 months a year
It's fucking Christmas, like 2 months a year
Somebody's watching you
He's always near
It's fucking
Chain Gang - Written by - Sam Cooke
He Don't Love You - Written by - J. Butler, C. Mayfield & C. Carter
Searchin' - Written by - Jerry Leiber & Mike
yo yo
A for all the love that I get and that I'm givin
be for all my brothers locked down in the system
see some say I'm crazy but I'm conscience
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
that a nigga outside
In that pat, riot, j, ee, p
Rolling up sum weed, to keep it cordial for the vibe
So know we sparking soon as you arrive
Cus I been
Yeah [x4]
(P. Diddy)
This Bad Boy baby
N.E., 2004
Bad Boy now
The name's DeVoe
A.K.A. Blake, oh
Make young lady's rump shake
I bake Donald Trump
You abandoned me
Love don't live here any more just a fantasy
Love don't live here any more
Hatred in my heart veins full of venom
Pain in my bars
I
nothing feels the s'me
Only option is to numb it, I c'nʼt he'l the p'in
Miss my m'tes, my f'mily members, even love th't w's fors'ken For gr'nted so
much
gotta live life to the fullest cause you could be gone tomorrow
No I don't smoke but we got P's and you could buy em by the boat
And we ain't doing bnb's
If you believe you can achieve, it's not about the material
Be you, cause you're a miracle and
Don't focus on the dinero, you are somebody's hero
Now
R.I.P. Guru
Gangstarr 4 life
Goddamn, Premo'!
Long time comin', baby
History in the making
It's goin' down, talk to 'em, Prim'
"Say, this here, Pimp
be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin' white boys, bumpin' dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight,
have knots dress like a bitch he Tyler Perry
I pour up 4by4 hop on these tracks like Michael Cherry
I see a O p p I P o p
Thats on my daddy
Knock off his
Can Somebody Say classic
Can somebody say classic
Can somebody please
Her name was Ella Anderson
But we just call her Ella A
Her daughter was so fine
a neon light
Make everything alright
Like in the middle of the night
Yo when you need somebody to love you
Yeah
Like Flintstones we'll have
one. It´s time to sing along!
A,B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, and W, X, Y, Z.
Sing, enjoy our Alphabet Songs.
Learn
on me
I'm deep in that pussy, she put that wet on me
I been a big dog, somebody call the vet on me
When I was down by myself, I had no one to help, swear
rocking
This is for the radio Mr. D.J
Me and the heavy rotation all damn day
Mechanical boys is what the way to make a living
Looking for love so turn it
to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
holla Akon, and J-kwon but what about me
They holla Youngbloodz and Young Gunz, but Boosie
He buss guns and spit it to his love ones, look
They holla
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